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jpnriikicore · 1 year ago

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── super shy

paring stiles stilinski x mccall!reader, word count 1k, genre fluff, authors note ngl this is my fav writing piece i've done so far 🫶🏻( masterlist )

your standing on the bleachers during a lacrosse practice before tonight’s game. as your a photographer for the year book club you decided to take a few pictures of the lacrosse team for the page that was going to be dedicated to them.

you zoomed your lens in on one player in particular, stiles stilinski. he was talking with the coach - well, more like arguing which wasn’t unusual for the two. you snap a few pictures of him. truth be told, you had a crush on stilinski since fourth grade finding the boy's humor and sarcasm charming.

as he gets back into line to continue to practice he notices you and waves at you. you back away from the camera shyly waving back at him.

you sit down on the bleachers searching through your bag to find a different lens. you were too busy with finding the lens that you completely ignored the sound of someone walking up the bleachers.

"you coming to the game tonight?" his voice slightly startled you as you look up at him. he knew that it was a stupid question. you came to every single game, but he got to nervous and just asked the first question that came to his mind.

he was always incredibly nervous in front of you. either he’s to shy to talk to you which like never happens when talking with anyone else. if you asked everybody else in the school if stiles was talkative or not they would reply that stiles never shuts up. or he would ramble on about the most stupidest topics. well, he believed that it was stupid, but you didn’t you find it to add to his charm and personality.

"yeah!" you nodded looking up at him.

"stilinski!" coach yelled grabbing the attention of the two teenagers.

"see you there," he pointed finger guns at her. she smiled at the playful action. "i-i gotta go get back to practice." he pointed with his thumb behind towards the field.

"yeah, okay. see you at the game stilinski."

luckily, stiles wasn’t on the bench anymore and actually got to play. you sat down on the bleachers next the sheriff and your mom, melissa. like normal game day your wearing braids with red ribbons and a red sweater due to the cold weather with the number '11' on the back to support your brother.

you bought your camera to take a few more pictures. though you tried to take pictures of all of the players fairly for the yearbook you couldn’t help, but notice that the majority of the pictures you took was of stiles. you put your camera down to focus on the game happening in front of you. you looked over to the scoreboard taking notice that beacon hills was winning a few points ahead.

stiles glanced over at you and now is completely emerged about the thought of you. his mind wasn’t focused on the game by any means. you looked too alluring making all his interest go on you. the wind moves a few pieces of your hair that managed to get loose from your braids that exposed '24' painted in red on your cheek. it was a small subtle thing, but it made butterflies irrupt in his stomach.

he managed to get his focus back on the game after getting snapped back into reality by scott. he threw the ball into the net scoring the last point for beacon hills to win. while the other players celebrated he searched for you in the crowd that formed on the field.

you snapped a few more pictures of the players celebrating after the win before packing up your camera equipment which lead to you being one of the last ones to get off the bleachers. you walked through the crowd trying to find your brother to tell him congratulations.

stiles found you first though rushing up to you lifting you up from the ground spinning you around. in shock a few giggles escaped your mouth. a rush of excitement and adrenaline filled stiles as his body reacted before his mind could comprehend what he was doing. he kissed you.

"do you want to go on a date with me?" the words slipped without him thinking by the time he realized it was too late to backtrack his question. he swallowed nervously waiting for your answer.

"i would love to." you nodded, smiling up at him. you held his hand as you walk to the parking lot to your truck. you could tell your brother congratulations once he got home.

you chuck your camera equipment in the passenger seat through the rolled down window of the drivers seat. once you turns around to face stiles once again he trapped you between his body and the truck. his hand resting on the truck and the other carefully cradling your jaw. he leans in kissing you yet again. you melted into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer. you could definitely get used to this.

"can i see the pictures you took?" he mumbled against your lips.

"yeah." you nodded reaching for the bag that sitting in the driver seat and unzips it getting the camera. you turn to him as you turn the camera on handing it to him. a bright smile paints his face.

"seems like you have a crush on someone." he teased, playfully pushing his shoulder on yours. you looks down in embarrassment kicking the small pebbles in the parking lot with you shoe.

"i've had a crush on you since fourth grade." you admitted lowly.

"i've had a crush on you since we met in the sandbox."

your face lit up at his confession. one night could truly change everything. at one point of tonight you was just childhood friends now you planned on going on a date next friday and kissed twice within the span of five minutes. what you believed was unrequited love for so many years turns out not to be as unrequited as what you believed.

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warnersister · 8 months ago

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THE HIGHWAYMAN

Cowboy!Jake (Hangman) Seresin x Reader

• Series •

Summary: Jake Seresin: Highwayman. Riding along coach roads with his gang of the fellow Dagger Squad. But when his companion is in immediate need of a horse, they stop in a town Jake had avoided for the past 5 years. The place he’d left his beloved as a threat from her father, Sheriff Beau Simpson. But when he returns for good, Simpson isn’t having some highwayman get his way with his daughter. Not if he had anything to do with it.

Connotations to smut marked with *

Prologue

Chapter 1 - The Return to Miramar

Chapter 2 - Damned if you do; Damned if you don’t

Chapter 3 - The Dead Man Walking

Chapter 4 - A glass of Bourbon from Denison

Chapter 5* - A night worth dying for*

Chapter 6 - A bargain with the executioner

Chapter 7 - Listen to her gut

Chapter 8 - Unfinished business with a pistol

Chapter 9 - Please, not another 5 years

Chapter 10 - Gifts from Sacramento

Chapter 11 - May God have Mercy

Chapter 12 - A hanging in the Spring of ‘63

Chapter 13 - The girl with no father

Chapter 14 - You’re needed East

Chapter 15 - An apology is a blessing

Chapter 16* - A final goodbye and a first hello*

Epilogue

Fin.

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xoxoavenger · 11 months ago

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could you do any teen wolf character x reader where she doesn’t know she’s supernatural until the deadpool and everyone is trying to keep it from her bc maybe she’s a character’s sister?

thank you ❣️

Who's Gonna Tell Her?

pairing: Jordan Parrish x Fem!Reader

word count: 2876

warnings: canon typical gore (no detail)

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"Have you told your sister?" Scott asked as they got ready for the game.

"I'm not really sure how. Even I don't fully understand it." Liam told him, pulling his jersey on over his pads.

"Well, she's adopted, right?" Liam nodded at Scott's question. "She could have been born a supernatural but never known. It happened to Lydia."

"The assassin is going to be out tonight. You have to tell her soon." Stiles butt in, and Liam shook his head.

"She's dating Parrish; he can protect her until I figure out what to do." Liam told them, grabbing his stick and shutting his locker. They had been having the same rendition of this conversation for at least thirty minutes, and he was tired of fighting.

"Parrish doesn't know about the deadpool. He doesn't know that she's on it. He can't protect her if he doesn't know what to protect." Stiles pointed out. Scott nodded as he look to his beta.

"We have to at least tell him." Scott agreed, shutting his locker in unison with Stiles.

"Can't we just play lacrosse?" Liam asked. Scott and Stiles shared a look, frowning. They both knew Liam would never be able to 'just play lacrosse' again. "Look, the assassin is on the lacrosse team. Y/N and Parrish have a date night tonight anyway. We just need to worry about ourselves not getting killed." He pointed out, making the older boys nod.

"Alright, but after tonight, we have to figure out a plan." Stiles said as they turned their attention toward coach. He had been talking, giving some kind of speech, but it apparently wasn't important.

"It's only one night. She won't even be here." Liam said, mostly to himself. He was trying to keep from freaking out, because not only was he at risk of dying, but now his sister was too. The worst part was that he didn't even know what his sister was, and he wasn't sure anyone else would either.

"I don't want to have to cancel." Jordan said from his desk. His girlfriend was sitting on top of it, frowning. She had gone all out for this date, even shaving, and of course her boyfriend was busy.

"I know you don't." She looked down, trying not to let her emotions get the best of her. She knew that he wouldn't cancel if he didn't have to, and it did look like he was drowning in work, but it still made her sad.

"The Sheriff is going to the lacrosse game and with all the murders happening-"

"Hey," Y/N grabbed his chin and made him look up, and he sighed as he looked at her gorgeous face. It always grounded him. "It's okay. Maybe I'll go to the lacrosse game too." They shared a kiss, and Jordan wished he could just leave his job.

"How's Liam?" He asked, making Y/N groan.

"I know you are not asking about my brother in the few short moments we have together." He chuckled, kissing her again. He wanted to tell her about Meredith, who was in the Sheriff's office and the reason why he had to cancel, but that meant he could lose his job. He knew that weird things were happening, but he didn't know how to describe it. And part of him - the selfish part - didn't want to somehow endanger or worry her.

"Sorry." He smiled, and Y/N returned it. She got up to leave, giving him a few quick pecks before walking out. "I love you." He called making her smile wider and turn around

"I love you too."

When she got to her car, she tried to call Liam, but it just went to voicemail. She figured he was warming up, so she'd just go anyway. She let his recorded voice ring out as she turned the car on, putting it in reverse as the line beeped.

"Hey, Liam, it's me. Jordan had to cancel, so I'm gonna be coming to your game." It was silent for a second as she thought about what else to say, but ultimately came up empty. "Alright, well, see ya soon! Love you!" She hung up, throwing her phone into the passenger seat and pulling out of the station.

"Liam, is that your sister next to Mason?" Stiles asked the group. They all turned to look into the stands, and Liam put his hands to his head, trying not to break his helmet as emotions ran quickly through him.

"What is she doing here?" Scott turned, and Liam shook his head as he began to freak out.

"She had a date with Parrish! She isn't supposed to be here!" Liam said, the others looking at each other to figure out how to calm him down. She smiled and waved from her place in the bleachers, alone, without Parrish. She was sitting with Mason and Violet, which honestly almost made Liam feel worse. But, she didn't know Malia or Lydia - she had only heard Liam talk about the juniors at random times. As Liam scanned the crowd, he wasn't even sure they were here anyway.

"It's okay, we'll keep an eye on her. As long as she doesn't come out onto the field, we'll be good." Scott patted Liams shoulder before jogging to his position as Coach began to yell at them.

They were losing by one point, only a couple minutes in, and Y/N could tell something was wrong.

"Who are you guys playing?" She asked Mason, who looked at her as if she were crazy. The two had only been introduced once at the Dunbar house, but Y/N didn't know anyone else to sit with; her step-dad was working and her mom had some sort of club tonight.

"You don't know?" Mason asked as Liam got knocked to the ground. Y/N gasped and stood, not even noticing the other team had scored. When Liam got up and took off his helmet and began to shake off his gloves, she realized.

"Oh my God." She whispered, sitting back down. "We're playing Devenford."

"Yeah." Mason confirmed, watching Liam get held back from a fight. Y/N looked around, realizing the Sheriff had never made it. She wondered what the hold up was at the station, and what Jordan was doing.

The game passed, Kira scoring the first goal but then immediately being taken out. There was definitely some extra tension on the field, Y/N noticed, even within their own team. The game kept getting more brutal, and sure enough soon Liam was being flipped over two other players. Y/N didn't have time to think before she was running down, her brother's screams igniting her older sister instincts. She made it to the field, pushing everyone away until she got to her little brother on the ground.

"Liam! Oh my God, are you alright? What's hurt?" She asked. She went through her mental checklist, but she didn't finish before two other players were hauling him up. "Hey!" She screamed, pushing them away.

"How hard did you hit him?" Number 11 asked her bother, and Liam shook his head slightly.

"I didn't." He answered, and Y/N pushed the other boy away.

"Liam, where does it hurt? Is anything broken?" She asked, checking his arms. It wasn't long before she found the broken bone bulging out of his arm.

"Ow." Number 24 commented, but Y/N ignored him.

"Alright, let's get you to the hospital. I can try to reset it, but-"

"No," Liam breathed as Number 11 took off his gloves. He looked at Liam as he took his arm, and Y/N tried pushing him away again.

"Hey, stop! You're going to hurt him!" She yelled, but Liam shook his head.

"Y/N, let Scott fix it." He told her. She stood still, not sure what was going on. How was this high school senior going to fix a broken arm? Her heart was racing, head spinning as all she could think about was if Liam would be okay.

"Close your eyes." Scott told Liam. Y/N watched as Scott twisted the bone back in and Liam cried out, and she really pushed him that time. Scott went flying back, and she quickly began to check Liam's arm. She didn't notice the looks the others gave her at the display of unusual strength.

"I-I don't understand, how is there no discoloration? No blood?" It seemed Liam's arm was as good as new as she checked it, and Liam moved to place his hands over her's.

"Y/N, I promise I'll explain, just wait until after the game, please." Liam told her. She nodded, trusting him, but a terrible feeling began in her gut. She watched Scott and Liam both shoot their heads toward another player, Scott immediately searching his own body.

"Are you cut? Did Garret cut you?" He asked Liam. Liam looked at his arms, shaking his head.

"No, no. I'm okay." He told Scott, the two of them looking at their teammate. Y/N placed her hands over her abdomen where the pain was coming from, surprised to feel a liquid there. Apparently her gut feeling was a bit more than a feeling.

"Then he missed." Scott said, but Y/N just shook her head. She was beginning to feel faint, like her head was clouded.

"I don't think he missed." She muttered, pulling her hands away from her dark sweater to reveal the blood on them. She began to fall, and Scott and Liam moved to grab her as she fell. She grabbed Liam's jersey, pain coursing through her stomach. Unbeknownst to her, her eyes flashed purple. Scott and Stiles looked at each other.

"What does that mean?" Liam asked, holding her close.

"I don't know, but we have to get her out of here without anyone else seeing." Scott told Liam, the two of them looking around. They had no idea where to go, where someone wouldn't see them.

"We just have to go for it." Stiles said. Everyone was focused on Brett, who was still down, so the four of them slinked out, Scott holding Y/N. They made it to the jeep, where Y/N was laid in the backseat with Liam.

"Should we call Parrish?" Scott asked, and Stiles just shook his head.

"Lydia just cracked another third of the deadpool." He said, looking between his phone and the road. Scott took the phone, looking at the list.

"Am I on it?" Liam asked, scooting up.

"What the hell are you all talking about?" Y/N groaned, her eyes flashing purple once more. "And why is everything so loud?" She cried, pressing her hands to her head. The engine sounded like it was inside her brain, echoing and rattling her skull.

"Someone else is on it." Scott commented, showing Liam. He sucked in a breath as the Alpha took back the phone. Of course Parrish was on the list.

"Please someone call Jordan. I want to talk to him before I die." Y/N said, sitting up. She groaned, realizing the shirt Liam had been wearing under his uniform was pressed to her abdomen, which was still profusely bleeding.

"You aren't going to die." Stiles rolled his eyes before looking in the rearview mirror. "Probably."

"Stiles!" Scott scolded. They couldn't be telling her that she was going to die on her first supernatural experience.

"Where are we going, this isn't the way to the hospital." Y/N commented as she focused her eyes. She had never been in this part of town, only having moved with Parrish last month. Before, she had lived in the neighboring town with her family. When her mom had married Dr. Geyer and moved to Beacon Hills, Y/N had already moved out.

"Don't worry about it." Stiles winked at her through the mirror, but she wasn't looking. She was on her phone, trying to find Parrish's contact. Just as she was going to press on it, it was pulled from her.

"You can't call him." Liam said, snatching her phone out of her hand.

"Why," Y/N stopped, falling back against the wall of the car and groaning as a wave of pain hit her. She opened her mouth in pain, not even realizing her incisors had grown. Liam looked terrified as she cried out, eyes flashing purple once more. This was not the face of a werewolf.

"Guys!" Liam called. Scott turned, eyes widening when he saw what was going on. Y/N was still withering in pain, oblivious to what they were talking about. She flopped against Liam finally, who was freaking out.

"Holy shit," Scott whispered as Stiles turned into the parking lot. Her eyes closed and the incisors went back to normal, but she was barely breathing now.

"We need to get her inside!" Liam yelled, helping Scott get her out. They made it to the door and into clinic quickly, Deaton looking only mildy surprised as they burst through the door.

"She has purple eyes and fangs!" Stiles yelled, but Liam growled at him immediately.

"She was stabbed. It has to be poison." He informed the vet. Deaton nodded, then looked at them.

"I have to cut her chest open to extract the poison. See how she's foaming at the mouth?" Once Deaton pointed it out the obvious, and the other's nodded. "I need you to hold her down." He told Liam and Scott. The two move to each side, where she was seizing.

"Won't cutting her open kill her?" Liam asked as Deaton cut her clothes open. He grabbed a scalpel, pressing it to her skin.

"If she is what you say she is, and she is effected this bad by the wolfsbane, then she'll be fine." Deaton couldn't waste any more time, pressing the scalpel into her skin and cutting. Just as he had finished the incision, police sirens were heard outside.

"Did you tell your dad?" Scott turned to Stiles, able to let go of the girl now. She was laying still on the table, breathing evenly.

"No, dude, I swear." Stiles shook his head, and Parrish came running in.

"What did you do to her?" He yelled, pushing past everyone until he was right next to her.

"You cut her open? What the hell are you thinking?" Jordan held her hand, pushing her hair out of her face. He was shaking as he looked at the bloody cut, holding her hand but not sure what to do to help. He couldn't even think of a plausible reason why the boys would take her to a vet when she was clearly hurt, and he was even more baffled by the fact that the vet thought he was qualified enough to cut into her like a surgeon.

"Parrish, just-just calm down, okay?" Liam said cautiously, but Jordan looked at him with fire in his eyes.

"This is your sister we're talking about! How are you fine?" Jordan had tears falling out of his eyes, then turned to Deaton. "You! You're a veterinarian, not a human doctor! This is illegal on so many levels! As soon as I make sure she gets to the hospital, you're coming with me!" Jordan yelled, not paying attention to Y/N anymore.

"Parrish, she's okay." Scott told him, making him look at her. She no longer had the long gash going down her torso. Jordan simply stared, not sure what had just happened.

"Is this some kind of joke?" He asked, sniffling as he looked around the teens and doctor in the room. There was no actual explanation for this, he was sure of it. They had to be pranking him for some sick reason.

"There's a conversation we have to have." Scott told him, but before he could get any further, Y/N was breathing in and opening her eyes. They were purple, making Jordan even more confused.

"Y/N, what's going on?" He asked, but she just closed her eyes and groaned. When she opened her eyes again, they were normal.

"Jordan? What happened?" Y/N asked, looking around as Jordan took his jacket off and wrapped it around her, letting her zip it up. She felt her torso, realizing her stab wound was gone. "What is going on?" She looked up at Liam, who was blinking dumbly.

"I have no idea." He said, and Y/N was about ready to lose her shit.

"What do you mean?" She cried out, feeling Jordan tense next to her. She turned to see Liam looking completely fine. "Your arm was broken, like twenty minutes ago!" She saw her brother looking completely fine.

"I told you so," Stiles muttered, and Y/N wished she had something to throw at him.

"You didn't tell us shit," Liam said, instantly annoyed.

"Yes! I did!" Stiles exploded, looking very offended. "I literally said 'You need to tell her.' I believe those were the exact words that came out of my mouth."

"Tell me what?" Y/N asked, tired of watching her brother and his friend bicker.

"What?" All three teenagers asked at the same time, wide eyes looking completely guilty.

"Liam," Her big sister eyes came out, which made Liam cower slightly.

"It's a long story," He starts, turning to Scott as if he would explain everything. Y/N was staring intently at Liam, brows furrowed and eyes angered. She screamed when Scott turned to her with red eyes.

"Oh my God," She whispered, leaning back against Jordan. She closes her eyes. "What the actual fuck?"

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itsgrimeytime · 1 year ago

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The Nurse (Part Seven) || Rick Grimes (TWD)

Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Taglist: @strnqer @1985bitch @curlycarley @imaginemyfavoritefics @t-uroboros @crazytxgradstudent @addisonnie @whos6claire @taylvvrr @quicksilversg1rl @catt-leya @1tsk1tty @pascalshearts @hopefulatrocity @xoyouronlyamorrxo @fuseburner @idkseraphine @all-for-kpop @carlgrimeskisser @emo-potato-virgil @timotheesrealgf @mcuclintasha @8crazy-freak8 @peepeepoopoobutt

Summary: Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You’d always wondered where he’d ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.

TWS: Blood, gore, mentions of death, gun violence (just violence in general), sickness, vomiting of blood, blood from the eyes, animal sickness, mentions of quarantine, swearing, and all things typical of TWD.

[[A/N: A plot heavy chapter???? In this economy??? It's more likely than you think. I did actual medical research on this one, so... Also, 'there's only one bed trope' except there's no bed. I will not be taking any questions at this time. Thanks for reading :)) ]]

That day really started midway through you cleaning up a few of your tools, it was an extensive process -especially considering the circumstances. Infection was not an option here, so you usually took a few hours to soak some of your materials in some antibacterial you'd recovered from the few runs you'd been on.

The fumes were a bit much, so you'd done it near the prison but not inside -dedicating a space distant from the crops and where the others strayed outside. Without a mask, you couldn't imagine the long term effects of inhaling the mass of well... germ-x that you accumulated to clean things. You'd been a stickler on using it as often as you could, even taking times within the day to run by everyone with it and having them run it over their hands. It got, let's say, varied reactions, but you knew with what ease an outbreak of any kind could frolic through the prison. So, they just had to deal with it.

That day, you were almost done cleaning your last scalpel -the coating washing away in some of the bottled water you hadn't quite finished. When you'd seen the smudge of a figure coming up to you.

You dunked the rest of the water over your hands and placed the scalpel on the rag -quickly folding it on the stool you'd taken out to use as an extra surface.

When you looked back at the figure now, they were much closer like they were running to you. You squinted, trying to see through the sun, and made out the edges of a cowboy hat -Carl?

Before you could so much as say a word, Carl was barreling up to you -eyes glossy (just a touch, you hadn't seen him cry since you got here) and eyebrows furrowed into so much worry that you only found fit for an adult.

He simply wrapped his arms around your middle, nestling his head into you -effectively knocking the hat off, and immediately felt a spike of worry shoot up your spine. Despite your head buzzing with questions and worries, you exhaled a shaky breath and gently held the back of his head against you.

"Everything okay?"

"No," he muttered into you -before pulling back to look at you with a seriousness that you found easily matched Rick's, "-you have to help."

Your worry spiked, help. Still, you coached yourself -crouching down to his level, "Help with what? Is someone hurt?"

Carl started then -tumbling over the speed of his words, "Violet, Dad says she's sick. She's laying around, she won't eat and she always likes to e-"

"Carl," you laid your hands on his shoulders -hoping to soothe the nerves out of him, "-breathe. When you say Violet, do you mean-"

"The pig," he answered, after exhaling a deep, long breath -something you taught him just out of habit once.

So, that was why you were now by the pigs' pen -carefully watching the one he called Violet with Rick, Hershel, and well... Carl. You hadn't known much about animals, but you knew some of the basics of something not feeling well. And Violet was... well, she checked all those boxes.

"How long has it been since she ate?" Hershel asked, his gaze just a bit more analytical than yours -he was a veterinarian after all.

"Just the past day," Rick answered, his hand passively rubbing along his son's back -he still seemed a bit shaken, "-Looked at their food, and there was more than there shoulda been."

"Okay, well," you added, turning to Rick and Carl "-it's early then. Any sort of early is better than too late. I'm just not sure what it could be, other than the basics."

Rick questioned, "Which is?"

"Swine flu," you answered, flickering to Hershel for his opinion, "-but it's not my specialty, I could be wrong."

Hershel hummed, rising back to his feet with his cane where he seemed to be looker closer at Violet, "Could very well be. It's not like we have any medicine for 'em either."

"Do we need to go straight for medicine?" you asked, watching Violet as she slowly seemed to inhale and exhale, "Are there other options?"

Hershel rubbed at his beard, "Not much without some sort of medicine."

You pursed your lips, "Should we risk it though? What if it's not whatever we may assume it has and it gets worse?"

"Guess that's true," Hershel spoke, looking at you now -intent on discussing your point of view, "-what's your idea?"

"Well," you started, a bit hesitantly, "-I'm not a vet but if this was people, we'd quarantine them. Try and limit the contagion, if it was even contagious. It's how we... It's how we started investigating when the walkers showed up."

"It's a good idea," Hershel agreed, and you felt a piece of you relax, "-singles Violet out so we can try and get more information on whatever she's sick of. And sometimes quarantining 'em can help 'em heal."

"What, so-" Rick responded -looking to the two of you, "-we get more pens?"

"Yeah," you answered, following your own thought process, "-just do a few resource runs? There should be enough containers to individually feed them around the prison. And just as a base, we wait a week. It's a typical time for human sicknesses, so I imagine it's long for animals? If any one of them gets worse, we cut it short and look for other options."

Rick and Hershel were just staring at you -eyes wide and a bit astonished. You hadn't been quite one to order others around, or make plans, or anything of the nature. But you'd been passionate about nursing -knew all you could, you were trained for crises and problem-solving.

"Sorry," you echoed, trying to recognize any of the emotions in either of them's eyes (all you could get out of Rick's was wonder and that really was not helping), "I didn't mean to just... take over. I just-"

"No, no," Hershel shook his head, gently placing a hand on your shoulder -soothing whatever idea that he had felt overstepped in your head, "-you got that brain of yours, best you use it."

You smiled, a bit bashful because well nursing had been a big portion of your life for so long -you were glad to be doing it well.

"Just hold back a little," he teased with a touch of a chuckle, "-or I think Rick might be out of a job."

Laughing, you turned back to Rick whose eyes were still steadily focused on you. It was always a little odd, but you were getting more used to it.

"I'll ask around, see what we have around the prison. Rick-" Hershel cleared his throat, effectively knocking Rick out of his daze -you bit back a smile, "-you wanna see if you can gather up some people to help build? The quicker they're built, the better."

"Yeah, yeah. I can-" Rick blinked, shaking his head just a touch like he was clearing his head -eyes disconnecting from yours, "-I can do that. Carl, you wanna stay with Y/N for a bit?"

You rolled your eyes, teasing, "You're lucky I'm free, cowboy."

Rick grinned, and you felt your stomach flip, as he brushed past you, "I'll owe you one, fair?"

"Fair," you bit back the grin that threaten to split across your lips -solely to limit his ego. Carl was beside you now, so without much of extra thought, you crouched down and asked him what he wanted to do for the rest of the day.

That had been a week ago, and your life had become significantly more difficult since then. Maybe you should've expected it.

It had started when someone, who you hadn't really individually known too well, had come into your office. He'd just said he was tired, much more than usual and you'd figured it'd been his body fighting off an infection. You gave him a few antivirals and sent him on his way.

He hadn't come back to see you after that initial visit, why you didn't know -it had only been just a few days but someone in a nearby cell had approached you. They were the ones that told you that he'd been throwing up blood.

Needlessly to say, when you rushed to his cell, you were too late. For two lives instead of one.

So, here you were, frantically writing on every scrap of paper you could find -detailing symptoms as they arose. It was the outbreak you really had dreaded -you'd last heard Glenn had been struck with some of the symptoms last night. And that had spurred the current frantic writing spree you were in.

Early in that week, you'd sat everyone down at respectable distances and told them of the quarantine plans. Everyone who had felt sick must be distanced and is to rest until further notice. They were most likely to heal with more time for their body to address it.

Still didn't stop you from focusing on the symptoms, running through different options with Hershel -who didn't have as much experience but enough to bounce ideas off of.

It was late, Hershel had headed to get some rest and you'd let him -still scratching away at the paper, and noting somewhere deep in your head to request some iron supplements from the next run. If someone was going to lose blood, they'd at the very least need the iron replaced -maybe that would help with the weakness? That was about as far as you'd gotten. You were sure it was something easily taken care of, just needed a little bit more time to even-

"Hey," the drawl echoed into the room, and you jumped a bit in surprise -you hadn't been expecting anyone, especially at this hour. You spun to the door as quickly as your body would allow it.

"Didn't mean to scare ya," Rick clarified, hands up in the air for a moment before his look smoothed into one of concern -blue falling to what you assumed was your eyebags, "Have you not been sleeping?"

"Rick," you blew an exhale through your mouth -your eyes heavy and clothes disheveled, "-what do you think the answer to that question is?"

He raised his eyebrows, retorting -probably noting your snappy comeback, "So, you haven't..."

"I just-" you sighed, tapping your pencil against the paper that currently held all the noted symptoms and a few of your ideas so far for the disease, "-it's right here, I can feel it. I'm almost there."

Rick pursed his lips, sidling up beside you -pulling up a spare stool to sit directly in front of you, "And this can't wait until just a few hours of sleep?"

"They're-" you swallowed, your hands shaking slightly, "-they're dying Rick. I can't- I can't lose another one. What if you get it, Rick? Or god-forbid, Carl or Judith? I don't know what I'd do-"

"Look at me," he placed his hands -calloused fingers brushing against your chin tilt your eyesight to his, "-that's not happening. Me, Carl, and Judith are all fine."

"But," you urged -tears prickling at the edge of your eyes, "-that could change."

"It could," he agreed, rubbing his thumbs under your eyes -maybe you'd actually started crying, "-but I think a few less hours of writing the same thing over and over again on a piece of paper won't make it worse. You said it yourself, it exhilarates over a few days."

"Rick," you whispered, eyes connected to his, "-I can't."

He sighed, pulling your head forward, and brushing back your hair to leave the gentlest of press of his lips. You hummed, letting your eyes flutter close -just to relish in the warmth there.

"One hour," he hummed against your skin.

You laughed, barely there but it still counted, "Cowboy, I know what you're doing-"

"45 minutes."

"Rick, it's not going to-" you sighed, the smile growing on your face -even just for a second.

"30," he offered, breathing against your hair -you could feel the grin seep across the words.

You pulled back, raising an eyebrow at him -as if testing how far this would go, "Really?"

Rick wasn't one to give up, though, "15."

"Rick," you groaned, "-I'm serious..."

"We all are," he interrupted, leveling a more serious gaze on you, "-it's not just you. Look, what if we have Hershel work on it while you rest, so no time is wasted? That work for ya?"

"I can't wake him up," you answered.

"Y/N-" he started, and you could tell in the infliction that he really wasn't going to give this up. It was his lecture voice, and that always meant business with Rick Grimes.

You caved, and maybe the allure of sleep convinced you a little too, "30 minutes, and you wake me up."

He rubbed at the bridge of his nose -a sort of frustration radiating from him which was unsurprising, "Okay, anythin' is better than nothin', I guess. C'mon-"

"Oh, Rick, no-" you clarified, "-I'll sleep down here."

He furrowed his brows, scanning the space for anything that you could've squinted at, and thought would be okay to sleep on, "What? Where can you sleep down here?"

"That bench will do fine," you spoke, digging around for something to lay on and another to use as a blanket.

"Y/N, you can't be serious," Rick responded, looking around, "-you even have a pillow down here?"

"I..." you faltered, scrunching your brows together, "-I think so."

He sighed, fingers brushing against his temples, making his way over to the bench, "Okay, no, that's not happening. I'm not letting you hurt your neck like that."

"Well," you huffed, "-what am I supposed to d-"

Rick, instead of passing by the bench to look for something close to a pillow, sat at the left side of it -a look in his eyes that said he'd found a solution, as he patted his shoulder, "C'mon, the clock's ticking."

You blinked, was he going to let you cuddle him? Were you going to cuddle?

You were more awake than you had been in the past week at the mere idea of that.

"Look," he started, explaining himself, "-I know it won't be the best, but it's better than the cheapass cushion, I swear."

Good, he didn't really know why you hadn't responded. You couldn't realistically wait much longer though, if that excuse was to hold. He was very persuasive, but could only convince you so many times before it got ridiculous.

So, you grabbed an extra blanket you had stored away and moved to his side. It was agonizingly slow, mostly because there was a part of you that was scared he'd suddenly change his mind. You knew the two of you touched, a lot. It was just... This was more long-term, not a 'heat of the moment, it just felt right' kind of touch. It was all casual things, brushes of fingertips, forehead kisses, spare moment motions. This was new.

Wonderfully new.

"Okay," you whispered, barely a breath and gently leaned onto him.

You were hesitant and didn't want to overstep in any sort of way -afraid of losing this closeness, you went rigid against his skin. Not necessarily because you were uncomfortable, but rather because you didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

Rick's breath stuttered in his chest as you pressed into his shoulder, you could hear his heart beating fast under your cheek. Without another word, to soothe you maybe, his hand wrapped around you -pulling you tighter against his side.

You relaxed, breaths coming out slowly through your nose -his scent filling your brain it made you fuzz up a bit, then. The deep wooded scent buzzed against your eyes, and you let them flutter shut -just absorbing well... him.

Still, your mind was humming against the darkness -facts and symptoms fluttering past your mind. It was all consuming.

"Can you-" you faltered, feeling a bit out of place to ask something, "-Can you just talk? Tell me something, anything."

"'Course," Rick hummed, you felt it in his chest as you lay against it -his fingertips brushing up and down your arm, soothing, "-let me think."

You opened your eyes, tucking yourself more gently into his side -the gate was open already, and you found it easier to relax with the knowledge he had offered this himself. He had wished to be this close, and that made your heart beat faster.

"I got my first pair of boots when I was 6," he started, and you laughed into his skin -still intent on listening, "-my Dad told me it was a rite of passage."

You smiled, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he agreed, laughing at himself, "-couldn't walk in 'em for months."

"Mmm, well-" you hummed, teasing -as your eyes fluttered along his boots, "-you seem like a professional now."

He grinned, drawling low -as his hand began to brush his fingers through your hair, "Thanks, sweetheart."

And you exhaled, relaxing into his touch -as his fingers massaged into your scalp. The name was new, but you weren't quite awake then -your head filled with the fuzz of sleep and eyes faltering heavily. Maybe you could sleep for just a little while.

"Violet's feelin' better," he hummed, and you could feel his breaths against your temple -he was so close, "-ya must've done somethin' right."

You froze, body rigid -the sleep dissipating from your brain, sitting up enough only to dislodge yourself slightly, "What?"

Rick stared at you -a bit in disbelief, "Violet's okay. It's a win."

"Oh my god," you stood, the blanket falling to your feet -frantic and hopeful as you siphoned through the piles of books and papers scattered everywhere, "-oh my god."

"What-" he stood with you -hesitating to reach out and touch you, "-you alright?"

"No, no, it's not-" you stopped searching to lock eyes with him, "-I'm fine, I just... How long have they been quarantined?"

"'Bout a week."

That was it, that was it. You laughed, wide and bright, "I... That's familiar, I read it somewhere."

"Y/N," he spoke, watching you flutter through the papers -trying to keep his tone calm, and soothing, "-what is this about?"

"I had this theory, remember?" you explained, skimming across some of the pages in books you'd marked, "-Violet got sick and then some of the group had, so maybe it was from them?"

"What, so you were right?"

"Maybe, I just have to-" you corrected, finally finding the book that read 'Swine Flu: The Farmer's Guide', "-bingo."

You skimmed through the words, on edge -waiting for the familiar words. For the words that had buzzed over the bouncing in your head, you knew they were there. You just knew it-

And there it was. Quarantine for a week.

You grinned, wide and bright, tapping along the paper -god, you had been right. You jumped up, rushing up to Rick -grabbing his face, and pushing your lips against the stubble of his cheek. You laughed, bright and joyous, rushing over to the book -spinning around with it pushed to your chest.

He stood shocked still, before blinking out of a daze -eyes twinkling bright and grin wider than yours, a blush barely brushed across his face.

"I've got it!" You yelled out, before pausing, faltering, "...I got it. Shit, I have to-"

"Hey, hey," Rick whispered, stepping forward to press his hands on your shoulders -eyes seeking yours, "-talk to me. Let me help ya, I want to."

"Okay," you hummed, inhaling slowly, "-okay. I'll... We'll just need hydration, lots of hydration-"

"Got it," he spoke, scribbling down on a little notepad he must've found around here somewhere.

"-and still quarantined. For at least a week. They just need some rest. That's it. And keep an eye on their iron and protein intake, keep it balanced-"

Rick didn't speak this time, hand fluctuating through the page -handwriting messy but somehow organized all at once. He was intently listening -it took you aback almost with all the attention he laid upon you, but you were still on a train of thought.

"-and painkillers for whoever needs them. Um, maybe some lesser ones? Aspirin, something smaller, it doesn't-"

"Okay," Rick answered, scribbling down the final note, "-right. I've got it."

"Wait," you started, as he gently placed his hand on the small of your back guiding you, "-what are you-"

"Y/N," he leveled, turning you to face him, "-you need to rest. I've got it all in here, I'll wake Hershel up if I need help. I've got it."

You sighed, matching his eyes -he really wasn't going to give up on this, "Are you sure? I can rest after-"

"No," he echoed, seriousness etched into his face -and the warmth of his hands on you was alluring, almost made you want to sleep there, "-rest. I'm not jokin'."

"Okay," you responded, exhaling and leaning further into him, trusting him to guide you, "-okay."

Carefully, he leaned forward -sliding his lips onto your cheek. It sent goosebumps to your toes, at the soft pillow there -it was new, wonderfully new.

"I'll check on you in an hour, 'kay?"

"Okay," you spoke, breathless with heavy eyes -droning with sleep, "-you gonna take me there?"

"Yeah," he pulled you to his side by the waist, muttering into your hair with the cusps of a grin, "-I'll take ya there."

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #its griming time #stuff n' thangs #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #ricky dicky doo dah grimes #twd #twd rick #rick grimes x y/n fanfiction #the nurse #nurse!reader #doctor!reader

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 9 months ago

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TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

SCOTT MCCALL

Escaping Theo's Pack (Scott McCall X Male!Reader)

Looking Out (Scott McCall X Male!Reader)

Senses (Scott McCall X Reader)

STILES STILINSKI

Change In Appearance (Stiles Stilinski X Sister!Reader) (Feat. Sheriff Stilinski.

DEREK HALE

A Boy And His Mother (Derek Hale X Fem!Reader)

Interuptions (Derek Hale X Reader)

COREY BRYANT

The Pack's Little Sister (Corey X Sister!Reader)

Resurrected (Corey X SIster!Reader)

LIAM DUNBAR

Watching Out (Liam Dunbar X Male!Reader)

Pickup Lines (Lian Dunbar X Fem!Reader)

THEO RAEKEN

Back Home (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Staying (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Gone (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

It's My Job (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Scarf (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Join The Pack (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Not The Only Banshee (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Hiding (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Keep You Safe (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Helpful Hand (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Blind Love (Theo Raeken X Blind!Male!Reader)

LYDIA MARTIN

German Transfer (Lydia Martin X Fem!Reader)

Position (Lydia Martin X Fem!Reader)

COACH FINSTOCK

New Teacher (Coach Finstock X Fem!Reader)

Overqualified (Coach Finstock X Fem!Reader)

One Smart Cookie (Coach Finstock X Teen!Reader)

Being Coach Finstock's Daughter And Being A Beast At Sports Would Include...

JORDAN PARRISH

Not Feeling Good (Jordan Parrish X Reader)

CHRIS ARGENT

Moving In (Chris Argent X Teen!Fem!Reader)

PETER HALE

Have You Ever Heard Of Knocking (Peter Hale X Male!Reader)

Under The Weather (Peter Hale X Male!Reader)

MULTIPLE

Protection (Scott McCall X Male!Reader X Isaac Lahey)

Photographs (Corey Bryant X Sister!Reader, Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

The Flu (Teen Wolf X BabyBrother!Hale!Reader)

#Teen Wolf #Masterlist

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supercap2319 · 2 years ago

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Shower Shenanigans

Tyler Galpin x Male Reader

“That was the best game of Death Ball ever!” Y/N cried as he pushed through the door to his shared dorm,Tyler right behind him as he closed it behind.

Today, they had the Poe Cup tournament of Death Ball that pitted all the cliques of the school against each other until only one team remained. Since Y/N and Tyler were the only half breeds at the school as everyone else had supernatural parents who were the same species, they were put on a team together as they faced off against the Fangs, Furs, Stoners, Scales, Shifters, and Psychics.

It was a great tournament and Y/N and Tyler managed to come out on top, surprising not only their fellow students, but the professors as well. There were congratulations and cheers of happiness, but they were also looks of distrust and whispers of cheating about their epic win. Though, if their sweaty purple raven T-shirts were any indication that they worked their asses off to win the heavy golden trophy, they were carrying into their room. They had, in fact, not cheated at all to win.

“It was, but I feel bad though,” Tyler expressed as he sat on his bed close to the window and removed his shoes and sweaty socks.

Y/N had finished putting the trophy on the desk before he looked at the Sheriff’s son. “Why? We won this trophy fair and square. We both practiced hard for today, and we beat all the odds stacked against us. The Furs had the strength. The Fangs had the speed. The Stoners had the moxie. The Scales had the charm. The Shifters had the mimicry. And the Psychics had the perception.” Y/N listed off as he sat on his own bed across from Tyler’s and lifted up his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face as Tyler got a good look at his boyfriend's body all wet and smooth as he turned away, a blushed danced across his face.

“I mean, the coach said we could use any of our skills to win, and we did. Ty, what’s this really about?” He looks at the curly haired barista as he sighed softly. “It’s just… there are some who think we cheated because you had Hyde on your team… and I’m not sure they’re wrong.” He’s had this fear ever since his dad cut a deal with Nevermore Academy. Tyler doesn’t go to jail if he attended their school, which was ironic since Nevermore banned Hyde’s from their school 30 years ago. The same time Tyler’s mother went to school here. Now that he was here, Tyler had trouble fitting in. The people at normie school hated him. And now the outcasts of Nevermore hated him, too.

“Hydes are artists by nature, but equally vindictive in temperament. How long is it going to be before I lose control and kill someone? How long before I betray you again?” Tyler looks at Y/N, his features sad with the corners of his eyes wet from almost shed tears. He never should have trusted Laurel Gates, but she was kind to him. Caring in an almost motherish sort of way. Tyler fell for her kindness and now he was paying the price for it. He threw his head in his hands and shook his head. “I should just leave. I don’t belong here…”

Tyler was about to get up, but Y/N took a hold of his hands as he rubbed a thumb over the top of them. The barista looks up as Y/N gives him a reassuring look. “Ty… I can’t change what happened, or what Thornhill did to you. How she tortured you to make you this monster, but it doesn’t matter. Because it wasn’t your fault. It was out of your hands and all that matters is that you’re here, and you're with me. Safe and sound. I’ll take that any day.” He brought Tyler’s hands close to his undead heart. “You have people that love you. People who care for you and will miss you if you leave.”

“Really?” Tyler dared not hope that these comforting words were true. That there were people out there that could actually accept him for who he was.

Y/N smiled. “Of course. You have more people in your corner than you realize.”

The barista smiled and chuckled as he wiped away his tears. “I’m a real mess, huh?” The other boy walked up and straddled his hips as leaned close to Tyler, and kissed his lips softly. Tyler moans, putting a hand behind Y/N’s back as they continue to kiss, grinding against each other before pulling away. “That’s what I like about you.”

Tyler laughed as they kissed once again. “So, a shower sounds good right now.”

“It does. Luckily, being the winners of the Death Ball Poe Cup gives us a private bathroom.”

“Really?”

“Yup. With bragging rights for a year and a shiny trophy and a private shower,” Y/N said.

Tyler smiled. Maybe he could make it here after all. As long as he had someone as amazing as Y/N in his life, the past could stay the past. This was the present. “Private shower, huh? Can’t wait to check that out.”

“Neither can I, mister Galpin. Feel like getting wet with me?” Y/N had a suggestive smile on his face as images of them underneath the shower head and soapy handjobs flashed through Tyler’s mind as he shivered.

“You made it sound dirty on purpose, didn’t you?” Tyler asked him.

“You know it, Baby.”

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #tyler galpin x male reader #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin #hunter doohan x male reader #hunter doohan #wednesday 2022 #Hyde #nevermore academy #outcasts

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topazy · 2 years ago

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Hunted

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 6.03

You feel like you're experiencing a real-life nightmare as you watch the front door handle start to turn. Your eyes glow yellow as your claws extend, ready to attack the intruder. Finally, the door slowly opens.

“Uncle Chris?”

“Hey kid.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “You could have called or texted.”

He just laughs and brings you in for a hug, asking, “What’s been going on?”

“Have you ever heard of ghost rides?” you cut yourself off when you hear a vibrating noise coming from one of the drawers in the living room. “Sorry,” you rush over to the drawer and pull out the old-fashioned mobile and answer it with a smile, “hi dad.”

Your uncle Chris watches happily as you talk to Derek; he was glad you finally had a healthy relationship with a parent. The Argent family was extremely toxic, which is why he was happy you had someone so fiercely protective to always look out for you.

You filled Derek in on the situation about the wild hunt coming to Beacon Hills, and he tells you he’ll be back in town within a couple of days, and you can’t help the smile that grows on your face.

“Good news for them?” Your uncle asks when Derek hangs up.

“Yeah, my dad’s coming back to town.”

Your uncle Chris sits down at the table and looks up at you with a strange expression on his face. He tilts his head back and asks, “Is there anything else you want to discuss? You can tell me anything.”

Your mouth suddenly goes dry. “Uh, no, nothing. Well aside from the whole ghost rider thing.” You sit down across from him and ask, “What do you know about them?”

Looking slightly disappointed, your uncle Chris begins to tell you everything he knows about them and the wolf hunt.

—

“Oh shit, this is getting way out of hand.”

Although the school day had gone by quickly, you knew this was going to be a long night. Malia, Scott, and Lydia were breaking into a care home to talk to the sheriff's dad, and Liam had accidentally thrown the party of the year in Scott’s house.

Liam scratches roughly at the back of his head, something he did while stressed. “How mad do you think he’ll be?”

“He’s going to kill you,” Hayden answers bluntly. You shoot her a look, causing her to shrug. “What? It's the truth.”

You ignore her statement, looking over at the girl you’re supposed to be protecting, Gwen. Her sister was taken by the ghost riders, and she was the only one who remembered her. “Is she still asking about her?”

Hayden nods. “I’m going to go check on her.”

The brunette quickly disappears into the sea of bodies crammed into Scott’s house, which now looks more like a nightclub with only strobe lights on and music blasting from the DJ booth.

Corey, watches confused. “I don’t understand; Lu basically lives by herself; why couldn’t we throw the party there?”

You laugh at his question. Mason raises his brow in disbelief. “Because her father is Derek Hale, he’d literally kill Liam if he threw a party in his house.”

Sensing Liam tensing beside you, you turn and cup his face, pressing your lips against his. He looks at you in surprise and then kisses you back. You melt into touch as his fingers grip your hips and his soft lips mesh with yours. You pull away from him when someone nudges you in the back with their elbow; you turn and glare at Nathan. a jackass lacrosse player who was meant to be throwing a house party that night but canceled it when most people decided to go to the McCall’s instead. Nathan’s real issue was when the coach announced both of them were up for team captain.

You could sense Liam becoming stressed out again, so you forced him to look at you and say, “Hey, it will be alright. We can clean up before Melissa comes home, and Nathan will just need to get over it as well.”

“Yeah, you're right—” he tilts his head up to look at the ceiling, “that thunder is getting really loud.”

“It sounded as if something hit the roof.”

Your attention is drawn away when Gwen runs down the stairs screaming, with Hayden following closely behind her and looking confused. “Help! Help! I saw one!”

“Saw what?” You ask, following after her.

Gwen stops running and points to a corner of the room and asks, “Do you see him?”

“Gwen, nobody is there,” you look back over your shoulder at Liam and Mason, hoping one of them would know what to do.

Corey had camouflaged himself to be able to see what was in the house. “Liam, it’s a ghost rider!”

“Where?”

“Heading into the kitchen.”

Liam reaches out and grabs onto something that turns out to be a ghost rider's arm, which makes two of them viable. Shit. Everyone begins to panic, and the house is filled with screams. “Everybody out!”

With the crowd shoving by you to get out, you end up in the kitchen along with Mason, Hayden, and Gwen. When a ghost rider tries to come into the kitchen, Mason grabs onto the jar of mountain ash and pours it onto the barrier between the living room and kitchen, stopping the rider from getting through. You take a step back when the rider starts lashing his whip against the invisible wall, saying, “Guys, what do we do? He’s going to get through!”

Liam grabs a lamp and slams it onto the back of the Ghost Rider's head, causing it to break into several pieces, but the Ghost Rider doesn’t flinch. You let out a loud gasp when Liam slammed into the wall. Corey tried to help him but was overpowered as well. You grab hold of Mason's wrist and say, “I need to help him.”

“How? You can’t get through.”

You look around, trying to think of anything that might help; your eyes land on the kitchen door. “I can go out the back door and come in the front.” You rush out the door but quickly freeze on the spot when you come face to face with another ghost rider. You stumble back inside and slam the door shut, locking it even though you doubted it would keep the rider out. “There’s another one coming through the back!”

The barrier between the living room and kitchen breaks, and the rider wraps his whip around Gwen's leg, causing her to fall to the floor. You grab Gwen’s hand as she screams out in fear. You, Hayden, and Mason struggle to hold Gwen back and end up in a tug of war with the ghost rider for her.

Parrish forms through the front door, aiming his gun at the ghost rider, “Get down, now!”

You all duck out of the way as Parrish shoots the Ghost Rider in the back a few times, but the bullets bounce and don’t physically injure the rider, but they do cause it to let Gwen go.

While Parrish and the Ghost Rider stare at each other, you shuffle over to Liam, who is still recovering from being thrown against the wall. A strong gust of wind blows through the room, sending hundreds of dead leaves swirling in a circle. The riders vanish with the wind.

“Is everyone okay?”

“No,” Gwen sobs. “Nothing about this is okay.”

—

You unfasten the seat belt and look towards a freaked-out-looking Mason; you feel for him. You had overheard him tell Hayden that he was frustrated that he was unable to protect Corey the same way a werewolf could. You insisted on going with him while he dropped Gwen and your other friends home. “Thanks for dropping me back off here; are you going to be okay?”

“I’ll be fine; I’m just worried about Corey,” he sighs. “So, do you think Liam is dead?”

You stifle a laugh. Scott had turned up just as the cleaning in his house started. Even though your alpha was pissed, you were far more worried about how Melissa would react if she returned home to a mess. “I can feel Liam’s heart beating from out here; he’s still with us.”

“When is Derek getting here?”

“I’m not sure; I might actually call him again.” You open the passenger door to get out. “Who knows, he might have some words of wisdom on how to stop Scott from being so mad at us.”

Mason waves before driving off home. Once he’s left the street, you try to call Derek again, and eventually he answers. “Hello?”

“Hey-”

“Who’s this?”

You were confused by the unsure tone in his voice. “Dad, what’s going on?”

“Dad? I think you’ve got the wrong number.”

You stare at your phone in disbelief as the line goes dead. What just happened? You try to call him back, but a voice on the other end tells you the number no longer exists. Dread starts to sink deep into you. You almost jump when your phone starts to ring again.

“Dad?”

“Lu, I don’t have long, so I need you to listen to me carefully. Kate has managed to track me down in an attempt to find you.”

“Find me?”

He lets out a deep sigh. “Me and your uncle Chris convinced her you’d gone back to a private school, but someone has told her you never went back.

“What does she want with me?”

Sensing a presence behind you, you turn back to face Liam, who looks more worried than when the ghost riders crashed the party.

“I don’t know,” Derek admits. “But I’ll do my best to lure her away, but until I get into town, can you stay with a friend? I don’t want you to be on your own.”

“Yeah, she can stay with me.”

You squeeze his hand, silently thanking him. If the dread doctors didn’t scare you, Kate possibly coming to Beacon Hills definitely did.

#Teen wolf #liam dunbar x reader #liam dunbar x you #Liam Dunbar #Hunted #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fandom #liam dunbar/reader #liam dunbar fanfic #liam dunbar/you

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taeswolfie · 9 months ago

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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓

☽︎𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒏☾︎

Ch.23 - Ch.25 (coming soon)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.5k

An ambulance has come for Jackson's body and Melissa works her way into going with them. Y/n stands with Scott and Isaac (both changed into regular clothes) in the locker room as Noah tells them what he knows. "I got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson. I've got an APB out on Stiles. His Jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means..." He trails off. "Well, I don't know what that means. Um... Look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if any one of you see him..."

"We'll call you." Y/n assures.

"Look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something." Scott says. "We'll find him."

Noah gives a quick nod. "Yeah. I'll see you, okay?" The teens nod as he walks away to be replaced with Coach.

"McCall. We need you on the team, okay? You know I can't put you on the field next season if you don't get your grades up."

"Yeah, I know, Coach."

"I mean, I-I know I yell a lot, but it's not like I hate you guys. Well, I kinda hate Greenberg, but you know, that's different. It's Greenberg." Coach jokes. "I'm just saying we... I need you on the team." He admits. "Get your grades back up."

"I will."

"I know." Coach leaves then too.

"Is that everyone?" Y/n asks after a moment.

Isaac steps forward and glances around the locker room. "I think so." Y/n's eyes glow. She closes her fist and yanks it back, pulling a locker door from its hinges. It crashes to the floor with a clang. Isaac looks down at the discarded piece of metal, then back up at her with raised brows. She pulls a shirt and a shoe from Stiles' locker. "You're gonna find him by scent?"

"We all are." She hands him the shoe and gives Scott the shirt. She doesn't really need anything, his scent has already been imprinted in her mind, committed to her memories.

"But how come he gets his shirt and I get his shoe?"

"Because I said so." Y/n tenses then, turning on her heel to find Derek there. But that's not why she's so alert.

"We need to talk." Derek says.

Peter comes from behind the locker behind him. "All of us."

"Holy shit." Scott says. "What the hell is this?"

"You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff's station."

"Okay, hold on. He- he threatened to kill my mom. And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?"

"I'm gonna go with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous." Peter commented.

Y/n, Scott, and Derek all looked at him. "Shut up!" They all yelled.

"Who is he?" Isaac asks.

"He's Peter, Derek's uncle. Little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then Y/n set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat."

"Hi." Peter waves a bit.

Isaac gives a short smile. "Good to know."

"How is he alive?"

"He haunted me and wormed his way into my head enough that I helped bring him back." Y/n angrily admits. Scott looks at her. "Not my proudest moment."

"He knows how to stop Jackson." Derek says. "And maybe how to save him."

"Well, that's very helpful except Jackson's dead." Isaac informs.

"What?"

"Yeah, Jackson's dead. It just happened on the field." Scott confirms. Derek looks back at Peter who also looks away in thought.

"Okay, why is no one taking this as good news?" Isaac asked.

"Because if Jackson is dead, it didn't just happen. Gerard wanted it to happen." Peter said.

"But why?" Derek asked.

"Well, that's exactly what we need to figure out. And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly."

They then went to the Hale house for some information Peter said he had. Y/n was eyeing the room where Peter was buried when her phone went off. She checked it and sighed in relief. "Scott, they found Stiles." Scott reacts the same as her. She looks at him with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry. I have to-"

"No, it's okay. Go. We've got it handled for now."

She smiled at him. "Thanks." Then she rushed off, basically running to the Stilinski house.

…

Stiles was laying on his bed in fresh clothes when a knock sounded on his door. "Dad, I said I'm fine." He called, yet the knocking persisted. He sighed and got up from the bed in irritation. "Come on, Dad. How many times-" He grumbled to himself when he opened his door, cutting himself off at the sight of Y/n.

"Hi." She breathed.

"Hi."

"God, what happened?" Her brows furrowed at the angry purple bruise on his cheek and the cut on his lip.

"It's nothing." He brushed it off, looking away from her.

"It's not nothing." She moved her head down a bit to make him look at her. "Stiles, don't lie to me."

"I'll be fine. Come in." He moved aside for her and she stepped into his room, him closing the door behind her.

"I can heal it." She offered.

He shook his head. "My dad's already seen it. He'd ask questions, you know."

"At least let me make it stop hurting." At her insistence he nodded. She gently put her hand on his cheek. Her eyes started to glow as she healed him just a bit. He stared into her eyes while she did this, he hadn't really been able to since the night at the Sheriff's station and he honestly missed it. When she was done her eyes dimmed to e/c and she sighed. "We need to talk."

They had sat on his bed and she was quiet for a couple minutes, not really sure how to start. "Are you breaking up with me?" He asked suddenly, unable to handle the silence.

"What?" She nearly choked on air and looked at him with wide eyes. "No! I would never- I can't believe you'd think... Well, actually I can believe you'd think that with how I've been acting lately."

"So you're not breaking up with me?"

"No, Stiles, I'm not breaking up with you. I love you, and I mean that. I'm just worried that what I have to say will make you break up with me."

"I wouldn't break-"

"Stop. Don't finish that because you might want to take it back when I'm done." He shut his mouth even though he didn't want to. She took a deep breath. "For a while now, almost as long as he was dead, Peter's spirit was attached to me somehow. I could see him without my eyes shifted when that's never happened before. I didn't know it was him at first but I eventually figured it out. He kept talking to me when I was alone, saying I would be stronger if I just practiced even one spell with blood magic. I was always so reluctant because I believed I wasn't ready for it, that I wasn't strong enough. He made me question if I was actually scared to try instead of just not being ready. Eventually something snapped. I let him in and he told me his plan. With Lydia's help I brought Peter back from the dead. I don't even really remember why I did it, but I did. It was so crazy what I had done, I panicked."

"That's why you kept apologizing." He realized and she nodded.

"And why I've been avoiding you. It killed me but I couldn't face you guys, I couldn't face you, until I figured out some way to make up for it. I honestly don't know if I ever will." She lightly shook her head and looked down at her lap. "So now you see why I'm so worried about what you'll say. I wouldn't blame you if you decided to end it-"

"Y/n. Look at me." She didn't right away and so he hooked his finger under her chin and made her look at him. "I wouldn't break up with you for anything unless it's what you want. Is it?"

"No. I don't. I really don't." She breathed. He leaned towards her and brought their lips together. Even though she eased the pain she was still careful of the cut on his lip. He leaned his forehead against hers when they pulled away. "Are you really sure you still want to stay with me even after what I did?"

He pulled away with a small huff. She was normally so confident, but sometimes that confidence will waver and she'll become very unsure of herself. "I'm sure. And I'll prove it." He got up from his bed and went over to his desk where he picked up a little black box. He sat back down next to her and held it up for her. "I, uh.. I got this for you after we, um, we first said 'I love you'." He flushed a bit when the events after that flashed through his mind and she chuckled at his reaction. "Just open it." He handed it to her and she took it with a smile. It faded to surprise though when she flipped open the lid, finding the simple silver ring inside. It was shaped into the shape of a Triple Moon with the middle moon sporting a pentagram.

"It's beautiful. But why would you…?" She trailed off, looking at him in question at the little gift.

"It's- it's nothing fancy. I just..." He took her hand and looked at her seriously. "It's like a promise ring. My promise to you that I'll be there for you no matter what. Whether it's something simple like a test or as big as... Raising psychopaths from the grave." He lightly joked, making her chuckle a little. "I want to be there for everything."

"Stiles." She didn't know what to say.

"Do you believe me that I want to stay with you now?"

She nodded with a smile. "I believe you." She took the ring out of the box and slipped it on her index finger. "Perfect fit. Good eye, Stilinski. What made you pick this design?"

"I saw that symbol on your grimoire and some of your other things, so I thought it was something you liked."

She nodded. "It's actually a symbol of the Triple Goddess, an entity with three forms. The Maiden, the Mother, the Crone. For witches she symbolizes our stages of life and our hopes. The Maiden, the young witch learning her craft from her elder. The Mother, the witch who has a child of her own and has something bigger to protect than herself. And finally the Crone, funnily enough what witches hope to become, the witch wise and experienced with time. Sadly not all witches get to embody the Crone."

"So very important symbol?"

She laughed. "Yes, very important symbol. Thank you." She smiled at him. Suddenly her phone went off and she checked it. "You've been ignoring Scott tonight?"

"No. No, not really."

"Look." She showed him her message from Scott. Something was happening with Jackson and Lydia could help. "We have to go." She stood up hastily but Stiles also got up to stop her.

"How much does she even know about this stuff?"

"Pieces. Enough. I've been trying to ease her into it. It doesn't matter right now. She can help him and I have to get her there."

"What if you get hurt?"

"I can handle myself."

"Y/n, I watched you collapse the other night. You were pale and sweaty and completely vulnerable. Derek was the one to carry you away. Do you even remember that?"

She shrugged. "A little. I overexerted myself that night, used too much of my energy in one go without properly resting. It won't happen again."

"And what if it does? What if you get caught by surprise and knocked out or killed? You know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my freakin' mind. You see, death doesn't happen to you, Y/n. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they're gonna live the rest of their lives now without you in it? Huh? And look at my face, huh?" He raised his voice and stepped closer to her, pointing to his cheek. "Come on, you actually think this was meant to hurt me?" When she took a small step back he seemed to realize how harsh he acted and stepped back himself. "Um... I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." She spoke quietly. "I understand and I get it. I feel the same about you. But I'm thinking about Lydia. How we feel about this is how she's feeling too. She's losing the boy she loves but she can save him and I'm gonna help her do it. I'm sorry. I love you, but I have to go." She turned and walked out of his room.

"Hey, Y/n, wait." He called after her but she was gone.

Stiles sat at his desk for a bit after she left, checking his phone for possibly something from her. There was nothing. Movement at his door makes him look over to find his dad. "She left, huh?" Noah asked.

"Yeah."

"So are you two, uh... Okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, we're fine. I hope at least."

Noah stepped into his room and sat at the spare chair next to his desk. "Listen... I know getting beaten up, and with what happened to Jackson, has got you pretty shaken. But be happy about one thing. The game. You were amazing."

Stiles scoff with a smile. "Thanks, Dad."

"No, I mean it. Look, it was pretty much over. And then you got the ball. And you started running. You scored, and the tide just turned. And you scored again and again. You weren't just MVP of the game. You were a hero."

Stiles lightly shakes his head in disagreement. "No, I'm not a hero, Dad."

"You were last night." Noah smiles at him. After a pat on his shoulder he leaves him be.

Stiles looks at his phone again with a sigh. "I'm not a hero."

…

Scott and Isaac had taken Jackson's body from the hospital, getting a ride from Chris Argent because they have a common enemy. Gerard who is poisoning Allison to be like him like he did to Kate. They took him to the warehouse district where they're supposed to meet with Derek, Peter, Y/n and Lydia, but only Derek shows up. Peter watches from a ways away in a little hiding place.

"Where are they?" Scott asks Derek.

He looks around. "Who?"

"Peter, Y/n and Lydia." Derek ignores him and stands over the body bag housing Jackson. "Whoa, hold on a second." Derek unzips the bag. "You said you knew how to save him."

"We're past that." Derek opens the bag to reveal Jackson half shifted.

"What about-"

"Think about it, Scott. Gerard controls him now. He's turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog. And he set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful."

"No." Chris disagrees. "No, he wouldn't do that. If Jackson's a dog, he's turning rabid, and my father wouldn't let a rabid dog live."

"Of course not." Gerard stands across from the group. "Anything that dangerous, that out of control... Is better off dead." Derek looks down at Jackson and goes to swipe at him with his claws. Jackson suddenly opens his eyes and impales Derek with his own claws. He hisses and growls as he stands with the Hale still in the air. He then throws Derek away. "Well done to the last, Scott. Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn't realize that you were also bringing Derek to me."

An arrow whistles through the air, Scott ducks and it hits Isaac instead. "Allison?" Scott catches sight of the girl as she ducks back behind the corner behind Gerard. He runs over and pulls Isaac away from the danger. Chris pulls out his gun and shoots at Jackson. Jackson hisses and darts behind the car, shifting fully. Chris shoots around and through the car as he tries to hit the kanima. He empties a clip and quickly puts in a new one. Before he can fire more however the kanima jumps on top of the car and wraps its tail around the gun, yanking it out of Chris' grip. Chris runs to the side and pulls out a knife to face the kanima again, but the kanima only runs and shoves him away.

Derek flips over some pallets and growls, shifted. Scott and Isaac are also shifted as they face the lizard man. The three run at it, Derek being thrown aside after his hit was dodged. Scott impales it from behind but he's also thrown away. Isaac has his hands around its throat as Derek climbs some equipment. Isaac is hit away and Derek jumps down and hits the kanima from behind. He swipes at it but his arm is caught. The kanima pulls him and tries to hit him into a wall but Derek just runs up and pushes off of it, flipping out of the kanima's grip. He swings for a punch and his fist is grabbed. The kanima grabs his neck and throws him aside with a growl. Scott comes from behind and kicks it into a wall. The kanima flips around and kicks him himself and sends him flying. When Derek swings again the kanima slices him and Derek goes down. Isaac went to help the Alpha when Allison stepped in his way, slicing him with her knives until he's on his knees. She cuts him once more from the back to take him down.

She flips her knives and steps towards Derek when Scott yells. "No, Allison!" The kanima catches her wrists, disarms her, and holds her by the neck.

"Not yet, sweetheart." Gerard says as he walks closer to them.

"What are you doing?" She asked him.

"He's doing what he came here to do." Scott answers.

"Then you know." Gerard says.

"What's he talking about?" Allison asks again.

"It was that night outside the hospital, wasn't it, when I threatened your mother. I knew I saw something in your eyes. You could smell it, couldn't you?"

Isaac, shifted back to normal, looks up at him. "He's dying."

"I am. I have been for a while now. Unfortunately, science doesn't have a cure for cancer yet. But the supernatural does."

Allison gasps and the kanima tightens it's grip. "You monster." Chris seethes.

"Not yet."

"What are you doing?" Allison yells.

Gerard glares her way and the kanima tightens again. "You'll kill her too?" Chris asks angrily.

"When it comes to survival, I'd kill my own son!" He looks at Scott now. "Scott." Scott shifts back and takes a few steps forward to Derek, standing over him. He reaches down and grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls him up.

"Scott, don't." Derek says. He's too weak to fight back. "You know that he's gonna kill me right after. You'll be an Alpha." He directs the last part to the man himself.

"That's true. But I think he already knows that, don't you, Scott? He knows that the ultimate prize is Allison. Do this small task for me, and they can be together. You are the only piece that doesn't fit, Derek. And in case you haven't learned yet, there is just no competing with young love." Gerard takes off his jacket.

"Scott, don't! Don't!"

"I'm sorry. But I have to." Scott says. Derek groans as Scott pulls him back, craning his head back so that his mouth is wide open. Gerard rolls up his sleeve as he approaches. He puts his arm in biting range and Derek can't help but to. Gerard screams and pulls his arm away. He has now received the Bite. He laughs and holds his arm up in victory, looking at everyone. But it doesn't seem so victorious when black blood starts to seep from the wound.

His smile fades when he sees their shocked expressions. "What?" He finally lets his arm down and looks at it himself. "What is this? What did you do?"

Derek looked up at Scott who looked down at him. "Everyone said Gerard always had a plan." He looked at the oldest Argent. "I had a plan too." Gerard pulls his pill container from his pocket, pouring the blue and white capsules into his hand.

"No. No." At the Sheriff's station when Scott handed him the pill container, he had switched the real one for a replica. The new pills were made by Alan and Y/n by Scott's request and filled with mountain ash. Gerard crushes the pills in his hand. "Mountain ash!" He growls out. He falls to his knees as black blood starts to leak from his eyes, his nose, his ears. He gasps and looks up. He vomits black blood like a fountain and falls to his side.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Derek asked Scott.

"Because you might be an Alpha, but you're not mine."

Gerard struggles to lean on his elbows as he chokes up more black blood. "Kill them! KILL THEM ALL!" He commands before falling down again.

The kanima loosens its grip as it looks at Gerard's body. Allison takes the chance to elbow it in the face and it pushes her to the ground behind it.

The blue Jeep crashes through a door and runs right into the kanima. Stiles has his eyes tightly shut as he drove, Y/n bracing herself from the front and Lydia in the back. He peeks an eye open and looks at her. "Did I get him?"

"Uh-huh." She nods. Lydia shrieks when the kanima jumps on the hood.

Stiles flails back. "Whoa!" The kanima hisses and he screams. Y/n's eyes flash when she throws her hand forward, making the kanima fly back off of the car, giving the three teens time to get out of it. Y/n and Stiles scurried by Scott while Lydia went to stand in front of the kanima.

"Jackson! Jackson." She calls as the kanima stands in front of her. Y/n wants to run and pull her away, but she knows this will work. It has to. Lydia holds up the key to Jackson's house when the kanima went to swipe at her. Its claws are in the air, but it hesitates as it looks at the object. Jackson shifts back half way, taking the key from her fingers. His blue eyes move to Lydia's face. He lets his arm fall. He's back to himself. Jackson is back in control. He steps away from her.

A bad feeling rushed over Y/n, and her eyes widen when she senses Peter's, Derek's and even Jackson's intentions. "No!" She shouts just as he closes his eyes and offers himself up. Derek and Peter both impale him from the front and back. Jackson chokes and Lydia covers her mouth in shock with tears running down her cheeks. They release him and he starts to fall. Lydia catches him and eases him onto his knees.

Jackson looks in her eyes. "Do you- do you still..." He can barely get the words out, but she already knows.

"I do." She nods. "I do still love you. I do, I do still love you. I do." She cries. Jackson slumps forward onto her shoulder and she holds onto him. The key clatters to the ground. Lydia sobs. Allison takes Scott's hand for comfort. Y/n holds a hand over her mouth, a few tears staining her cheeks as Stiles takes her other hand in his. Lydia gently lays Jackson on the ground, the last of the kanima scales fading from his skin.

"Where's Gerard?" Allison suddenly asks, just noticing the man's disappearance.

"He can't be far." Chris assures.

Lydia stands up and wipes her face, turning and taking a few steps away from him. Y/n went to go to her when claws scratching against the cement echoed through the space. Everyone looked over as Lydia gasped a bit in shock and turned to face Jackson. Jackson's eyes opened, they glow blue. He rises from the ground, looks up to the ceiling, shifted, and roars. He is now a full fledged werewolf. He shifts back and looks at Lydia. She runs to him and they embrace each other.

Y/n huffs a small laugh of happiness, sniffling and wiping her eyes. Y/n looked at Stiles and noticed his own wet cheeks. When he saw her looking at him he sniffed and brushed it off. "He scratched my Jeep."

"Uh-huh. Sure." She teased. "Get over here, you big softie." She pulled him into a hug, burying her face into his neck. "Thank you for coming." She whispered.

"I promised, didn't I?" She smiled and touched the ring on her finger.

...

Stiles drives the Jeep up to the lacrosse field. He, Y/n, and Scott hop out. "So you really think she's gonna come back for you?" Stiles asks.

"Yeah, I know she is." Scott replies as they go around to the back and Stiles opens it. The boys pull out their lacrosse gear. "How are you two?"

"I'd say we're doing pretty great." Y/n smiles at her boyfriend who smiles back.

"I'm glad. I was wondering how long it'd take you guys to realize how you felt."

"Yeah, like you're the expert in relationships Mr. I-Dated-a-Hunter's-Daughter."

"Why don't you just help me make team captain like you promised there, big guy." Stiles interjected. Scott went to guard the goal while Stiles took position across from him. Y/n swooped in and stole a quick kiss from the boy before sitting a little behind and away from him. Stiles smiled at her and grabbed his lacrosse stick, setting down his bag and the bag of balls near his feet.

"Hey, you know what I just realized?" Scott asked. "I'm right back where I started."

"What do you mean?" Y/n tilts her head in question.

"I mean no lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend. Nothing."

"Hey! You still got us, dude." She gestures to herself and Stiles.

"I had you before."

"Yeah, and you still got us. Okay? It's a life fulfilled." Stiles says.

"Very."

Stiles scoops up a ball. "Now, remember, no wolf powers."

Scott nods. "Got it."

"No, I mean it. No super fast reflexes, no super eyesight, no hearing- none of that crap, okay?"

"Okay. Come on." He taps the goal poles.

Stiles gets ready to swing. "You promise?"

"Would you just take the shot already?" Scott gets ready to catch the ball, glancing up at Stiles with glowing eyes. Y/n smirks when she catches sight of them. Stiles takes the shot. Scott catches it swiftly.

"I said no wolf powers!" Y/n laughs.

Ch.25 (coming soon)

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Changes pt 4 - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Prompt: None!~ Just came to me brahh pt 4 (not sure how I feel about this pt though)

Warning: NONE!

ENJOY!!

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You sat down on the bleachers with Melissa, Sheriff, Chris, Derek Ethan, Mason and Lydia. The rest of the pack had been busy or were the ones playing. Chris was holding Melissa’s hand as he looked at the sheriff with a raised eyebrow. You frowned but chose not to say anything as you turned back to the field.

The whistle blew, Stiles managed to get the ball which caused your head to snap to Derek in shock. He didn’t even register your stare he was just grinning at the field which, caused you to look at the Sheriff with a curious gaze. The Sheriff had yet to notice Derek was staring at Stiles with goo goo eyes so you shrugged and got back to the game.

About 20 minutes into the game Liam went down in a rather violent fashion. You shot out your seat and stared at Brett who was grinning down at Liam liked he’d achieved something.

“BRETT!” His eyes shot to you, as you quickly made your way over to Liam with a frown.

“Oh when I get a hold of you. YOU’RE DEAD!” Brett made an extremely unmanly noise as he jogged over to his other team mates.

You bent down to check on Liam, but when he looked up at you he shot you a grin further confusing you. Liam looked off to one side then looked back at you causing you to look up and frown.

There stood most of the lacrosse players turned with their back to you in a line. You looked at the first one but before you could get further they turned round one by one and there stood an entire Lacrosse team holding letters that spelt out. ‘Will you got out with me?’ The words sounded childish but you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. You looked up to see Mason holding a yes and Ethan holding a no. You raised an eyebrow at them earning a grin from Mason and a frown from Ethan. You walked to Ethan and pinched his cheek roughly.

“As cute as you are Ethan I’m gonna have to go with my Little Mason.” You muttered cheekily causing him to smile at you.

“YOU HEAR THAT MCCALL?” You screamed into the field and suddenly a little head popped out from in between the lacrosse players. You had a satisfied dopey grin on his face as he ran over to you.

“Yes, I heard!” He exclaimed happily as he picked you up and swung you around. His laugh was contagious soon you were laughing to. When he placed you down he stared into your eyes only to be very quickly disrupted by a very loud Mama McCall.

“SCOTT MCCALL IF YOU DON’T KISS HER RIGHT NOW I’M GONNA BE SO PISSED!” She screamed making everyone on the bleachers burst out laughing.

“As embarrassing as your mother is I 100% agree with her.” You huffed playfully.

Instead of words, Scott clutched around your waist tightly and leant down, placing a passionate yet soft kiss on your lips. Despite it being your first kiss with Scott it felt like right. Like everything in your world started making sense.

You internally winced at the cheesiness of the thought and current situation, but smiled when you felt Scott smile into the kiss. He pulled back and stared into your eyes lovingly he opened his mouth but never had the chance to saying anything because another loud voice cut through it.

“MCCALL AS MUCH AS THIS WARMS MY COLD DEAD HEART, WE GOTTA LACROSSE GAME TO PLAY!” Coach voiced cockily, earning a snort from you and Scott.

“Could you be more of a cock block coach!?” Stiles screamed sarcastically.

“Was that a rhetorical question Stilinski?!” He yelled back with a serious frown on his face.

You kissed Scott one last time before moving back to the Bleachers with Ethan and Mason. Lydia gave you a thumbs up before turning back to the game.

After the game the whole pack including the parents, met up for a celebratory dinner. You all got seated, Scott sitting at the head of the table with you on his left and Derek on his right. Everyone was chatting happily as they looked at the menus.

Your hand was in Scott’s as his eyes bore into yours. Whenever this boy stared at you it was like you were the only two people in the world. His eyes held more emotion than you’d ever seen in a person. His lopsided grin lit up your entire day and his hands that held yours lit up your entire body. Like a fire was spreading but instead of panicking, you felt at peace. Like it was home.

Eventually everyone ordered, before continuing their conversations. Scott looked at you with a lopsided grin with you return immediately. He squeezed you hand, then turned to Derek who was staring at you and Scott with a smile.

“Deaton said you’d know how we’re supposed to bond.” Derek spats out his drink causing Stiles to flail next to him.

“Der what the fuck!?” Stiles exclaimed earning a look from his father, which Stiles didn’t even register.

“Scott I don’t think we should talk about you two bonding here. Why don’t we talk when we get home?” Derek grumbled as he looked around the table awkwardly.

“Ohh you two don’t know how you have to bond yet?” Stiles asked with a sadistic grin on his face.

“You know?” Scott asked with a frown.

“I did my research.” Stiles responded the evil grin never leaving his face. The hyperactive boy stood up and walked over to Scott before leaning down and whispering in his ear. YOu listened in but honestly…You kinda wished you hadn’t.

“Heart, body and soul that’s that it means to be true mates Scotty boy. I mean…you got the heart down and soul is kinda the whole point of soul mates…next up is…” Stiles whispered trailing off towards the end.

“Ohhhhh okay…Yeeeeah…makes sense. Well that’s not so bad right?” Scott muttered to Stiles before turning to you who was a red as a tomato.

“Y/N? You okay?” Scott asked as Aiden told Lydia what you had to do to form the bond. Suddenly Lydia shot out her seat and jogged over to you with a worried gaze. She dragged you to the bathroom, Erica and Allison soon following. Scott stared at everyone in shock.

“Did I say something stupid again?” He asked quietly, before glancing at the table full of confused frowns.

“Not that I could tell.” Derek answered easily.

In the bathroom however things were not so quiet or calm. You let out a small growl of frustration and you tugged at your hair roughly.

“OH MY GOD!” You screamed as you paced the bathroom so fast Lydia’s eyes could barely keep up.

“I don’t see why it’s such a big deal just bang him then you’re done?” Erica sighed loudly.

“Erica don’t be an ass!” Lydia snapped angrily as she approached you, placing her small hand on top of your shoulder causing it to slump down in defeat.

“I agree with Erica. I don’t see why it’s such a big deal?” Allison asked sweetly, confusion written all over her face.

“Because I’m a fucking virgin!!” You sighed angrily, everyone but Lydia to stopped breathing for a second as they took in your words.

“You need to tell him.” Allison muttered gently, as she gave you a sympathetic look.

“Oh yeah hey Scott I thought I’d let you know your 18 year old true mate is a virgin!” You screeched, your face still bright red.

“I wouldn’t have guessed I mean you ask about the boy’s sex like all the time.” Erica muttered awkwardly.

“I read a lot of gay fanfic okay? Destiel is life!” You huffed childishly before turning to Lydia and speaking.

“Let’s just go back out there and finish this dinner. Right now I just want to go home.” You sighed before turning and exiting the bathroom.

You sat back down noticing your food had arrived. You gave Scott a light smile before digging into your dinner. You huffed as you hair kept falling in your face before remembering you put your hair tie in Scott pocket after the lacrosse game.

“Scott can you pass me my hair tie please?” You muttered quietly but instead of putting the hair tie in you opened hand he stood up.

Standing behind you Scott gently grabbed all your hair before neatening it out with his fingers. After he deemed it good enough her wrapped the hair tie around it a few times. A few of the girls were giggling and whispering about how cute they were which made you smile shyly.

He sat back down with a smile, as he stared at his completed work. He looked so proud of himself as you felt you hair a little before giving him a wide grin letting him know he did good.

After that you remained quiet for the rest of the dinner and when you get home, you head straight to your room without talking to anyone. You needed time to think about how to tell Scott but honestly you were even sure if you should. Maybe it would be better if you just get it over and done with? You heard the girls sigh as they watched you walk upstairs, but when Scott asked they refused to tell him which you were extremely thankful for.

You closed you door and threw yourself onto your bed with a groan of internal conflict. Not two minutes later there was a knock at your door which you knew would be Scott. You muttered an okay refusing to look at him as he came into the room.

“Wanna tell me what happened earlier?” Scott asked patiently as he sat down on your bed his back to you.

“It’s nothing.” You muttered softly, sitting up as you did so.

“It obviously wasn’t nothing.” Scott sighed sadly, turning to you with a worried frown.

“I-I…I may or not have been embarrassed about the whole having sex to bond thing…” You muttered awkwardly before look at your bed sheets.

“Why? It’s only sex baby and you know I’d never hurt you…Well unless you wanted me too.” Scott chuckled as he wiggled his eyebrows at you earning a giggle to erupt from your chest.

“As cute and funny as you are…it’s not just sex to me.” You sighed as your laughing came to a stop.

“Obviously I didn’t mean it like that…It means something to me but I just mean there’s nothing to be scared of.” Scott mumbled a reassuring smile on his face. He leant over to you and stroked your hair before cupping your cheek like he was about to kiss you. Apparently your mouth thought then, was a wise time to state what needed to be stated.

“I’m a virgin.” You squeaked causing Scott to freeze and glance at you with wide eyes.

“Y-You’re a…”

“Virgin…Yes Scott that is what I just said.” You huffed sarcastically.

“W-Wow I didn’t know…” His hand slipped from your cheek as he sat back, eye still wide.

“S-Sorry I didn’t know it wo-Scott the hell do you smell like arousal?” You choked causing him to look up with a blush.

“Well you’ve never been touched…and y-you’re gonna be with me forever…and no one else has ever touched you…and well its kind…sexy.” Scott mumbled so fast you barely caught what he’d said.

“You’re a fucking caveman.” You deadpanned before getting up and leaving your bedroom.

“Y/N!”

“Caveman!” You yelled back as he chased you down the stairs.

“Scott why do you smell like a puppy in heat?” Jackson asked the disgusted looked on his face was priceless.

“Cos he’s a caveman.” You deadpanned causing Peter to snort loudly.

“I am NOT a cave man! Come one baby you know I love you!” Scott whined childishly. You froze and looked up at the nearest person, which was Stiles who was equally as frozen.

“Did he just…” Ethan muttered.

“Oh yeah…He definitely just said it.” Aiden snorted as he tried to hold back his laughter.

You spun around on your heels and scowled at Scott who jumped up to stand straight. His eyes were wide and a little nervous as he waited for his scolding. The sound of Stiles smacking his own hand across his face was something that almost made you smile, as he winced in pain but you kept your scowl in place.

“I swear sometimes Scott, I don’t know whether to kiss you or punch you!” You snapped, angrily crossing your arms.

“I’ll take the latter if I have a choice?” Scott giggled a dopey grin making it way to his face.

“You have the worst timing.” You growled causing his smile to drop and his face to mould into a serious one.

“I know.” He muttered as he lowered his head.

“And you have no common sense.” You huffed the anger still radiating from you.

“I know…” He whispered.

“You also somehow find a way every time, to put yourself in the dog house.” You almost winced at the saying put kept you face angry as you stared down at him.

“I…I know.” You could hear the slight whimper in his voice which Stiles quickly jumped forward but once you growled he backed off.

“But you know what?” You sighed the anger easing away.

“W-What?” Scott asked quietly as he kept his gaze to the floor.

You walked up to him and lifted his chin, almost wincing at the hurt look on his face. You stared into his eyes with seriousness you’d never felt before in your life. Your heart racing at what felt like a thousand miles a minute.

“It’s okay because I love you too.” The last part coming out so soft and lovingly, it caused Scott to tear up. Scott threw his arms around you holding you so tight, that if you weren’t a werewolf you would most likely be bruised tomorrow. You felt the tears soak into your shoulder and instantly you felt bad. You had scared him so much he was crying.

“It’s happy t-tears.” Scott muttered into your shirt as he felt your worry and panic.

“I’m sorry my words were so harsh…” You muttered into his hair.

“I feel like I’m staring in a freakin’ rom com. We’ve become a side couple…babe...we’re like Rizzo and Kenickie.” Stiles looked mortified by this concept as he glanced at Derek who was seriously questioning himself as to why he was dating the younger male.

“Shut up Stiles."

Part 3 <- -> Part 5

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spicy-picklez · 2 years ago

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Walk of Shame (NSFW)

Includes:

Degradation, overstimulation, praise kink, orgasm control, teacher/student, choking, aftercare.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x female student.

Shorthand:

Y/N: Your Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

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The walk of shame to Principal Weems’ room after being caught never gets easier. Enid let out a little whimper to my left and Wednesday kept her face expressionless, as usual, on my right. Coach Vlad lead the way, a couple steps ahead of us.

The corridors were silent apart from the four sets of footsteps walking down them. Turning left, Vlad takes a few more steps before knocking on the familiar door belonging to Principal Weems.

“Come in.” Her sweet English accent sounds from the other-side of the door.

Coach opens the door and steps inside. “Ah Vlad… to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Letting out an unamused sigh and slightly bowing his head, he takes a step to the side, revealing us to her. Principal Weems eyes glanced over us before catching eye contact with me. I can’t help myself, a smirk breaks across my face as I give her a wink.

For a split second, her eyes widen, red appearing over her cheeks, no doubt remembering the last time I was in trouble… precisely 8 hours and 24 minutes earlier. She clears her throat and regains her composure.

“Principal Weems, these three, led by Y/N, broke into Sheriff Galpin’s backyard to vandalise his chickens.”

“I’m sorry, what on earth do you mean, vandalise his chickens?” Larissa says, straightening up and putting her hands on her desk, holding her weight evenly between them.

“I may or may not have glued googly-eyes over their eyes.” I piped up as Wednesday smirks, another worried whimper coming from Enid. An amused smile creeps across Larissa’s face for a second.

“And why on Earth did you decide to do that?” She scoffs, shaking her head. Grabbing my phone from my back pocket, I happily show her a side by side image of Tyler’s Hyde form with the chicken with googly eyes. “See any resemblance?” I laugh.

“Miss Y/L/N. Enough.” Coach Vlad pipes in.

“While I do find the unique creativity inspiring, you broke onto the Sheriff’s property. There is going to be consequences. For all of you. While Sheriff Galpin is not pressing charges for the sake of keeping the peace, he does expect you to be at his house at 8.30am this Saturday. Do not be late.”

“Excuse me? Principal Weems? But what exactly will we be doing?” Enid timidly pipes up.

“That is on a need to know basis. You, as of now, don’t need to know. Now, Coach Vlad, please escort Wednesday and Enid back to their dorms. As Y/N has already been in trouble today and clearly has not learned, I’d like to speak with her privately.” Larissa says, standing up and walking around her desk.

“Of course.” Turning around, Coach Vlad guides Wednesday and Enid out of the room. Once the door shuts, she gestures at the couch, motioning for me to sit. I hear the door lock and her heels click as she walks on the smooth wooden floor. Her walk slow, her hips swaying as she moves.

“God you’re beautiful.” I whisper as she gets closer, my stomach twisting and heat rising from below. Her shirt, a simple light green button up tucked into her skirt, perfectly accentuates her breasts and I can’t help but stare.

“My eyes are up here, Miss Y/L/N.”

Leaning back on the couch, I let my knees fall to the outside, trying to ease the unbearable heat rising from my core.

“Oh I’m more than aware my love, but I wasn’t looking at your eyes.” I say softly, a smirk on my face, slowly raising my eyes to meet hers. She seems taken aback by my comment but quickly regains her composure.

“Mmm then I guess you wont mind if I do this.” She says, raising her hands to her shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. A desperate groan escapes my lips as her shirt slips off of her shoulders, revealing her soft skin and my favourite bra of hers. The smooth black lace cups her breasts perfectly and my mouth starts to water. Seeing her so perfect and confident like this, I can feel my juices dripping down my legs. Goddamn.

I go to stand up, putting my hands on her hips but her fingers on my shoulder stop me. She pushes me down onto the couch and crawls over top of me. “No touching.” She says, slowly standing back up, swaying her hips around so she’s facing with her back to me. Her hands run from her thighs to her breasts and back down to her skirt which she slowly pulls down, revealing the matching black lace panties. “Fuck Larissa.” I moan, trying to readjust my jeans. This is unbearable. I’m usually the dominant one, and while it’s so fucking hot how she’s taking control and doing what she wants, I can’t stand not being able to touch what is mine.

“Mi corazón, sit down now.” I rise from my seat, making her turn around. She tries to get me back in my seat but I simply grab her wrist and hold it behind her back, twisting her around again and pulling her weight back onto my chest with my right hand around her neck. “Lets not forget who you belong to my love.” I whisper, switching between gently trailing kisses down her neck and running my teeth along her earlobe, small whimpers escaping her.

“You my love. Only you.” She moans as my hand lets go of her wrist behind her back and slowly makes its way down her body, my mouth still teasing her neck and ear. “My perfect little slut. Now, I do believe I said sit.” I say, releasing her throat and using my pelvis to push into her ass, forcing her to walk forward towards the couch and take a seat. She slowly sits down, spreading her legs wide. Fuck, she looks so gorgeous. Wearing nothing but her lingerie and pure unbridled lust and love. I wish I could screenshot this memory. “Good girl, my gorgeous.” I say, lowering to my knees.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pull her so her ass in on the edge of the couch. The soaked patch on her panties was impossible to miss and I can feel more juices escape me, knowing she gets so worked up over me as I do her. I slowly trail a finger up and down her covered pussy, circling her clit gently every time I pass it. She bucks her hips immediately letting out a moan, desperately trying to get more pressure. A small chuckle escapes me. I lay a kiss on her covered clit before rising from my knees.

I kiss up her body, spending extra time at her lower abdomen knowing how riled up it gets her. Heavy breaths escape her as she quietly moans my name. “Fuck… Y/N.” My hands play with her breasts, i gently pull and twist her nipples, earning another breathless moan. “Thats my good little slut. I want to hear you.” I lean forward, focusing my attention on her neck. Gently grasping a bit of her neck in between my teeth, I swirl my tongue around, helping soften and break the skin as I start sucking. A hickey very quickly forms and her moans fill the air. Giving it a kiss, I raise my lips to her ear. “I’m hungry and I know exactly what I want. Your gorgeous little pussy that radiating heat against my leg. I’m not going to stop until you’re a desperate mess beneath me. Got it, mi corazón?”

She moans and squirms underneath me as I place my knee fully against her soaked cunt, fully embracing the heat on my body. All she can manage to reply is a whimper and a nod of her head. “Fuck, you’re already a gorgeous mess for me my darling.”

“Whats your safe words my love?” I ask as I trail myself back down in between her legs, lifting them onto my shoulders. I gently hook my finger under the waistband of her panties. “Red is stop, yellow is slow down, green is go. Non verbal is opening and closing my fists.” She says, the answer imprinted in her brain as I made sure she knew exactly what they are and when to use them many months ago.

Accepting that answer, I rip her panties down and softly place my tongue on her slit. As soon as I tasted her, all hopes of going torturously slow to tease her went out the window. I immediately focus on her clit and the sounds of her beautiful moans fill the room, making my core drip. Flicking my tongue up and down over her clit, I pick up the speed. To which she responds by bucking her hips towards me and grabbing my hair with her hands. “Oh fuck Y/N…” She was already so close, I slip two fingers inside of her and immediately she crashes over the edge. Her legs shaking intensely and her back arching. I don’t stop, I would gladly spend an eternity between her legs. I wasn’t kidding when I said I was hungry, she was going to be a gorgeous mess by the time I finished with her and my core burned with anticipation at the thought.

Her moans get louder as I grab her clit between my lips and gently suck. Her hands pulling my hair, trying to get my head away, overwhelmed with pleasure. Taking my fingers out of her, I gently use my thumb to stimulate her clit long enough to say, “Mi corazón, you’re barely at your second orgasm and already an overstimulated mess beneath me. I will have what I want and right now, all I want is to eat you out until you dont remember anything except my name.” Removing my finger from her clit, I replace it with my tongue as she moans and bucks her hips, grinding against my tongue. A smile escapes me, “such a good girl, my gorgeous slut.” I say, sucking on her clit. Her hips grinding desperately against my tongue. I love it. I love the desperation, so needy for my touch that she can’t help herself.

My fingers slide back inside her and I curl them upwards. I immediately find her sweet spot and her shaking legs squeeze against my head, my right hand under her legs and over her stomach, holding her in place as she rewards me with an orgasm. A loud string of profanities and desperate moans escapes her as I keep hitting her G-spot. Flicking my tongue once more, she releases herself over me again. A sensitive moan comes from her as I continue my work. I know for a fact I’ve soaked through my jeans. Larissa will always make sure of it.

My fingers slide out from her and I reach them up to her, still gladly enjoying her pussy. She slowly takes each finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them, tasting every last drop of herself off my fingers. I let out a content moan as I slowly lower my hand into my pants. My finger flicks my clit and I reenact every move I’m making with my tongue on Larissa with my fingers. Moaning against her clit, I can feel her tense, preparing for another orgasm. “Hold it.” I growl, bringing her clit into my mouth and sucking on it. “P… please…” Larissa begs, thrusting her hips towards me.

“You cum when I tell you to.” I say, in between tongue flicks. I slide my fingers inside me, using my palm to stimulate my clit. Moans escape me as I feel her clit vibrate with pleasure in my mouth. “Shit Y/N… p… please.” She squirms beneath me.

“Cum for me, mi corazón.” I say, using my nose to stimulate her clit as I dive my tongue inside her and she goes tumbling over the edge as I reach my own orgasm. I moan against her as my body contracts, pleasure coursing through me. “Fuck Larissa…” I moan, leaving a gentle kiss on her lower abdomen.

Standing up, I grab her hands and pull her up into me, wrapping my arms around her waist and holding her shaking legs up. Laying a kiss on her forehead, I wipe her sweat-covered hair out of her eyes. “You were so amazing my love, lets go get you cleaned up.” I whisper in her ear as she feebly nods against me, I guide her to the bathroom and run a bath for her. Slipping my legs on either side of her, I sit behind her as she leans back against my chest, the warm water flowing over us. Grabbing the soap, I gently lather her in it. Laying gentle kisses all over her as she leans her head back against me, totally spent. “Are you ok mi corazón? Did you want anything? A snack? Water? Cuddles?” I whisper, gently massaging the soap on her shoulders.

“I’m ok, my love. I just want cuddles, can you stay the night?” She sighs, exhausted but content, as I wrap my arms around her. “Of course my darling. Anything you need. Now lets get this soap washed off and get you into bed.” I say, kissing her neck.

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omgkatherine01 · 11 months ago

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Moonlight Beta: Chapter 4 - Orphaned

Series Masterlist

Chapter 3, Chapter 5

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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The police had showed up to arrest Violet after she tired to kill Scott and Brett.

Lia opened the double doors to walk inside toward the boys' locker room, and she walked past Coach and the team.

"Guys, back off," Coach told them, "You can get your gear tomorrow. If anyone sees Garrett, you notify the police immediately. Then tell him he's off the damn team."

Lia walked down the hall, and paused when she saw Scott talking to a man alone. "Dad, really," Scott told him, "I'm okay."

"I should've been here," his Dad said, "And I said I would be at the games." Scott shrugged lightly, "Well, I mean this was just a pre-season scrimmage. I didn't even tell you about it."

"But I promised your Mom I'd be around so she could pick up some double shifts at the hospital," he said, "I should've been here."

"You're here now," Scott said with a small nod. He saw Lia over his father shoulder, and his father looked to where he was looking at. Lia tensed and gave a small nervous smile, "Hey. Sorry, I--"

"It's fine," Scott said as he shook his head. Lia pushed herself from the wall and walked closer as she looked at Scott's father, "Hey. Lia."

Scott's father held out his hand, and she shook it as he smiled at her, "Raphael McCall. Nice to meet you."

Jordan brought Violet out into the hall, having her handcuffed. Lia, Raphael and Scott watched.

Violet looked at Jordan's name tag, "Jordan Parrish?"

"Deputy Parrish," Jordan told her.

Violet looked at Lia and Scott, smirking as she past and Jordan led her out, leaving. Sheriff stood next to Lia, Scott and Raphael, and the man looked down at Sheriff's hand, "Sheriff, what is that? Is that the weapon?"

"Yeah," Sheriff answered. "It's a thermo-cut wire."

Raphael looked up in recognition, and he turned around, following Violet and Jordan with the Sheriff, "Parrish, hold up."

Scott looked at Lia, "Where's Kira?"

"She took off," she answered. "Stiles told her about Lydia cracking the second part of the Dead Pool." Scott looked up, "Her Mom's on it."

"Everyone's on it," Lia said. "You're not," he said. Lia shook her head, "Not yet. There's still another third, right?" Scott tilted his head to the side and started to listen on Raphael and Sheriff talking to Violet.

Lia stared at him with a small frown, "Are you listening in?" Scott glanced at her and nodded. "How can I?" she asked softly. "Focus your breathing," he said softly after a moment and took her hands in his, "Just focus on one side, all you have to do is concentrate."

Lia released a breath and stared at him for a moment as she listened in.

"Thermo-cut wires, a very unusual weapon, Violet."

"Can you hear them too?" Scott asked, and she nodded.

"Now, we've got a file in the Bureau on something similar. Used in over a dozen murders."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just go to school here."

"Maybe we should call your parents, then. Oh, no... That's right. You don't have any parents. That's why they call you the Orphans."

Lia glanced over and looked with Scott to see Jordan taking Violet away while she glared at Scott's Dad. Raphael looked at Sheriff, "We need to find her boyfriend, Garrett."

Sheriff nodded and Raphael walked away.

Sheriff turned around, "Coach, I'm gonna need both their locker numbers. And somebody find me a pair of bolt cutters."

Lia and Scott exchanged a look, and they let go of each other's hands. Scott nodded and they walked to the boys' locker room. "Stay here, be on the look out," Scott said quietly and walked into the locker room.

Scott opened Garrett's locker door, and knelt down. "I think someone's coming," Lia said quietly and looked at him, "Hurry." Scott unzipped a red bag, opening it before he froze. Lia glanced outside and then quickly at Scott, "You find anything?"

Inside the bag, it was full of money, all in bands, all $100 bills.

Scott hesitated and looked at her, "No," he answered and closed the bag. He grabbed the bag and closed the door. "Let's go," he said quietly as he walked out, grabbing Lia's hand and dragging her out of the hall before anyone could see them.

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The next day, Mason and Lia were on a jog in the preserve, something Mason deemed 'healthy' for Lia to do considering how weird she was being lately. To distract her from whatever was going on in her mind, Mason started to rant about how they found out their friends Violet and Garrett were really murderers.

"It's not just that we were friends with them, Li, they were using us for their cover," Mason said, "I mean, professional killers were using us. How are you not freaking out about that?"

"Trust me, Mason, I'm freaking the hell out," Lia said. It was true, Mason had no idea how worse the situation was. They were trying to kill supernatural creatures like Lia to get money from the Deadpool hit-list.

Lia didn't realize she was now running faster to the point where Mason couldn't catch up. "Lia, slow down!" Mason's words didn't register in her head until she was far enough away that Mason was nowhere to be seen.

"Crap," she muttered to herself after stopping and turning. A truck rammed into Lia from behind, making her fall and roll over the ground.

Lia groaned in pain and lifted her head. Garrett got out of the truck, walking closer with his dagger in hand, "Hey, Lia." Lia was healing from her injuries of being run over, unable to move with broken bones. "Sorry about missing movie night. Don't worry. I got something else planned." Garrett stabbed her with the knife.

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Since Mason came back from the jog and couldn't find Lia by himself, he went to the only other person Lia started to hung out with beside Mason;

Scott McCall.

Mason didn't know how Scott, a junior, knew his best friend who's a freshman, but the teenager knew that Scott and Stiles helped Lia deal with what happened with her old team coming to face them, so he didn't question it. Not now. Not when they needed to find Lia.

So, the moment Mason told the Alpha that Lia just disappeared during their jog, both of them started searching for her together around school until they went to Coach's office to see if he had saw her before her disappearance.

"Sorry guys, Lia skipped my class," Coach replied, "Maybe she's sick, like me."

Mason and Scott walked down the hall as Mason frowned and looked at the Alpha, "Lia didn't look sick on our run."

Scott looked at his phone to see if she had texted him back, but nothing. "She's not getting back to any of my texts."

"Mine either," Mason said. The bell rang, interrupting their conversation. Scott looked at him, "Yeah, don't worry. I'll find her. Text me if you see her?" Mason nodded, and he walked off to his next class and left Scott.

Scott was soon the only one in the hallway. As he was about to make his way out of the hallway to find help in search for Lia, his phone started ringing. The teen alpha sighed in relief when Lia's phone number popped up, and he quickly answered his phone.

"Lia, he--" the alpha was cut off by a male voice that he soon recognized.

"Try again, Scotty," It was Garrett.

Scott couldn't help but let out a low growl at the thought of the boy hurting his beta, "Where is she?"

"Come on, like I'm actually gonna tell you that?"

"I'll give you the money," Scott said.

"Yeah, you will. But that's not gonna get you Lia back. You're gonna have to put in a little more effort than that."

"What do you want?"

"I want the money and Violet, or you never see Lia again."

Garrett hung up, and Scott glared at his phone. He got a text from Lia's phone. He clenched his jaw as he opened it.

Meet me at the bus pit.

Scott looked around the empty hall with a glare and walked out. He walked to the bus pit and looked around before using his hearing to find Garrett.

Garrett was waiting between two buses with his lacrosse stick/dagger. Scott walked closer, stopping at the front of the buses, looking around, walking toward him.

"Okay, what do you want?" Scott asked, "You want me to go to Stilinski? I can do that. Or I can talk to my father. He's an FBI agent."

Garrett scoffed, "You think I want you talking to anyone with a badge? I'm not getting help from a werewolf because I want him to talk to someone."

Scott glared at him, "Then what am I supposed to do?"

"They are transferring Violet to a federal facility," Garrett said, "You are not gonna let that happen."

"How?"

"They're going to put her in a car," Garrett said, "We're going to follow it. We get ahead of it. You stop it."

"You want me to attack a car?" Scott asked, "That's your plan?" Garrett glared back at him, "You're an Alpha. If you can't stop one little car, then one little Beta is going to die." He held up his lacrosse stick/knife, "I stabbed your girlfriend with a blade dipped in wolfsbane. Once it gets to the heart… Bad things happen." Scott glared at him, trying to keep his anger in.

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Lia was in a well, a fucking well. She had been stabbed with something laced with wolfsbane. Even though she knew little about it, she knew that at some point she would probably die if nobody would find her.

"Help!" the teen shouted, "Scott! Is anybody there!" With no answer, the girl got even more impatient and freaked out. "Somebody help me, please! Somebody help me! Help, Scott! Scott!"

After a while, she tried to climb out of the well but fell back down and into the water. She was starting to lose any and all hope until she remembered a conversation she had with Scott that first night at the lake house.

It was not too long after the full moon and Lia finally gaining control that Scott showed her the window she broke while turning.

"You did that. You went right through it."

The freshman was surprised at the damage, "I jumped through a window? As in an actual window?" Scott smiled slightly at her confusion as she looked to find any injuries on herself.

"The cuts healed while you were changed," Scott spoke up, stopping the girl from checking herself over. "I guess that's one good thing," she mused, too ashamed to make eye contact with Scott.

"For you," Scott said, "For someone else, it could be really bad. We need to figure out how you can get a grip on this."

Lia frowned, remembering all the conversations she's had in the past over her lack of control when it came to her anger.

"I've been trying to do that for years, it hasn't improved much" she explained. "What does your Dad say?" he asked.

"He says when kids get angry they deal with it in one of two ways. They either hurt themselves or they hurt someone else".

It took a lot of effort and strength, but the girl finally started climbing up the well again. The girl was doing good until the wolfsbane effect started to hit her as she got closer and closer to the top. She was so close, so she howled instinctively. Luckily for her, Scott heard this and raced to the well.

Lia kept going, pushing herself further and further. Right before she got to the top, her foot started to slip as well as her hand.

But before her other hand could lose its grip, someone's hand grabbed onto her arm and pulled her out of the well.

It was Scott McCall, her alpha.

Scott pulled her out of the well and a bit a ways from it before sitting her down, "You're okay, I got you."

The girl was shaking and rightfully so. After all, she would've died if it wasn't for Scott's incredible timing.

Scott pulled her into a tight and protective embrace, sighing in relief that she was okay. Lia hung onto him tightly in fear of it all being a dream, that she was still stuck in the well. They held onto each other for that moment. They were okay, everything was okay.

"Scott... I don't feel so good," Lia admitted as they pulled away. Scott looked down at the cut on her t-shirt, and saw the deep knife wound on her chest.

"You'll be okay," he said and picked her up into his arms. He carried her away in bride style and she rested her head on his shoulder before slowly closing her eyes.

Scott brought Lia to the animal clinic where his boss, Deaton, was healing Lia. Chris Argent was also there, he had been helping Scott try and track Lia beforehand and was there to keep him company and make sure everyone was safe. They might've started on a rough-note when Allison was still alive, but it seemed as if her death brought them closer together. Chris saw Scott as a son in a way, he wanted to be there for him.

Lia groaned as Deaton cut into her chest with a professional doctor-blade. The yellow wolfsbane that she had been stabbed with came out at that moment.

Scott put his hand on her forehead in a comforting manner for his Beta. "I don't want to keep watching people die," Scott admitted quietly. "I'm not sure you have much choice about that," Chris said.

"Maybe I do," Scott said. He looked back down at Lia for a split second. Lia almost lost her life that day because of a teen couple who wanted money and were willing to kill to get it. An innocent freshman girl almost died, his first and only turned Beta.

"That's a lot of burden to carry, Scott," Deaton advised his employee carefully.

"I don't care," Scott said, "No one else dies. Everyone on that list, everyone on that Deadpool. It doesn't matter if they're wendigos, or werewolves, or whatever. I'm gonna save everyone."

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